Текст песни праздничный торт - доброе утро

gloomy morning
swaddle fog.
It pretends as if all the Buddhas,
udavok associated expectation.

so they have to believe in something,
and they are no joke to laugh.
is upright in fairies Cum shot,
these people are naive armor

love themselves deceive - Lovecraft,
hurry to zakhlopnut headlong mouth
than the hidden meanings of the heads to take.
each for himself here chapters. God.

but they all slam the door,
Restrict access to the people,
to the people that they can not believe,
to people that no more people.

the world will get drunk and crash,
flattened event horizons.
we are only useless junk,
that is forgotten in the attic.