Текст песни СИМПТОМ - задыхаясь

Walk on the edge of the cliff
Fallen back corpses
I hold on to what is the root of which did not give me to the wolves.
Plagued by pain
All leads to the bottom,
No more road to the house,
Light is lit,
The desire we have one!
Th blow pozhosche,
We think they are useful,
And no side,
Urgent! We need a doctor!
I do not Cho lived quietly
Why reached there?
Whistling jar
I look at the icon prayed for himself
When the heart sting
Asked me to spare daggers
Ill Dyshko
Can throw all there?
Where the light stayed here to see prices
Only myslishki
How can we keep everything not firmly
Prohavav all surplus
We are not averse to grab plan
The sky is heavy drugs
And brats with district
Boys with pipettes in the mouth
Our city is drowning in pools of lies
Using the fact taught floors