Текст песни проводник спальных вагонов - пролетарская

I eat dust with window sills
Broke away from the world as from the fetus of the placenta /
But I am pinking paid placebo
With each tablet resemble interest
The funeral procession is the outcome logical /
But on the back wipes the screak of Michman /
From the window of the industrial beauty of Hugorsk
I am mone onion on the default ocked

Delivered from the wadunks turned on overalls /
Dali one installation Turning I wear like bison
Creaking burlacks pull the ship from the shores
Their song is already spanking one fight for thoughts chords
With the bodies of the demigods but fate
Their warm bearghum will be a deep grave /
I ponder then, throw carbon in the furnace
The locomotive moves towards Dortmund

The smell of fuel oil and chlorine
If the stove inside the fire then why it is so cold
Why me so cold

I'm in captivity of the proletarian shell
And I saw your comments
Parliamentarians, I'm lower than the social bottom
Prison Bodian Prison Mental