Текст песни Совершено - Пустошь

Wastener is clear
nor soul on her
do not breathe
Here is a system of serpent.
I'll go with you,
Anyway one.
Where is white white?
where is it?

It runs it,
time, time.
Kill
Each gingerbread.
Childhood is spent
White dress
will not remain
Eh, traveled.

Eye picked
Teeth will scan
heart lumpy
Everything will be alright.
Waste gray,
Neither soul on it.
ah, run faster,
yes feet.

Older - terrible.
We would be small
to mom, to mommy,
and we are in a stray
in suitcases
From Osinushka
Sleep tired
Syrotinushki ...

Chinen's waste
Neither soul on it.
Channet, poking
without people