Текст песни пустые трибуны - уроборос

This time is a snowball tossing like tusk
And luxurious dialogs you run on red
And to the line paint, how did Fellini bequeathed
Your face of a representative shade of death
And the feeling of excellent carve
Under us, everything is bad lying
Pinai as Pirlo Starting Cros
Here I have grown, but all the same or no questions
So much like a barash in that very series
I am this nonsense 24 to 7
I know for sure I will fit to write to you
How bruise to add degrees in pitch darkness
And how much can you turn this film
Hoping to see at least something new
Changing so little but you need to know
Those who fall - push and in any way