Текст песни поэты иглы в венах - эквилибрист

incompetent people I sold your talents and gifts,
You kardiafobos I hold your head, brake,
My sarcasm and brims over, epigram
Your lyrics are full of pleonasm, your thoughts clogged marasmus.
stained-glass windows of the soul gradually strangle, and I will listen to the shore,
As each of you spit blood, and his promises to the grave ..
[a bloody murderers.]
circus weekdays from them will not be better,
you people are tactless or & quot; & quot ;? creature
and a circle in the pair, he created a couple of punches,
but I went on, stage is passed,
when I look in the mirror I ask questions
Who are all these people that go in a circle?
who invented the damn routine?
of them will not be better.
under yellow smilies can not see the face,
and the recipients do not know that my scarf is a gallows.