Текст песни Серый кировчанин - мне не уйти уже чистым

and here I am again to swallow the pain filter
climb up to the attic in the rain and forget about everything there
series of children's facilities will eliminate the company
inner monologue zavyazhetsya drunken words
a native cold we had almost like brothers
wind quench thirsts hands of the lips take poison
thunder memory melancholy streets
Raven on the neck stopped and waiting for a notebook blots
stupid minute of suffering delayed a month
frightened runaway slaves pupils enrage
clinging to her look like any lost its safe haven cruiser
we will push down from the eaves and arrows on the bottom
choking streams of wind, birds applause
They will call us shouting in vain for an encore
we turned the world not what is not changing
Karim is a passion for dominoes fall asleep
I did not touch on the strings of her so as not to upset
whisper donated to notebook quiet couple of lines
too many words too much
If my cry will not find inside the echo sound
then tear a notebook with a shout and burn fuck
my inner dog knows the fact that I will not let go
but the heart says that's the way
cheap alcohol not pull out of the abyss
and I know you say that too angry verse
Well, excuse me just about what's inside
and I began to rot from the inside
a dark head lights at dusk and without them

and at the moment gutted your mind mired in blood
I do not have to leave clean and that's calmed down a bit easier for me with them than without them
I'm tired? You go to sleep good night

and at the moment gutted your mind mired in blood
I do not have to leave clean and that's calmed down a bit I do with them than without them Easier
I'm tired? You go to sleep good night