Текст песни Ренат Рахимов - Красная змея

Or I'm not the one
Or not the blood in me,
Prisoner of things, the slave of banknotes,
All drudgery drudgery ... ...
Whined the stomach in delirium,
Polyhnet skin shiver,
Not for nothing, I damn,
And the hell of propane penny.
And we have such a dime a dozen,
A look under the veil -
There's a red snake in the chest
Alien creeps blood.
My heart wad
To squeeze in three rings
For what did not, but I could ...
The blood of a coward and a scoundrel,
Tossing till the morning,
There, in the pink mud bottom,
Wheezing that it are visible.
From under the gloomy bowels of insides,
And I say, he was silent about
What must sing the poet.
No matter what there then,
Whether there will understand
Whether singing hurts
Or sing in pain ...
Gift poet endured,
Endure and not more ..