Текст песни Сруб - Подпол

Felting the earth worms,
Meat of other people
Anger of black goats,
Lit for pale horses.

Throw in the end of the night
And wait for the sunrise.
Blood boils (blood cool)
And he (he won't) come.

Remember when you leave
Word deaf like rain.
All that has found in the way
In the scene you will find them.