Текст песни Судьба - квартирник в Проводах 3 февраля 2013

I woke up in the morning
drunken destiny.
roughly speaking
and wept
said if the
It was the sorcerer
he said to her: "fool,
you're almost dead "

Fly transmitted live greetings.
keep in his chest poet fire.
die, but seek out the way to the light
do not sleep.

fate breathes in my ear,
hisses to me: "C`est La Vie".
Pray that those above.
Pray, but do not ask.
and the central roof
read their poems.
while you're still breathing,
I ask you, fly.

Fly transmitted live greetings
keep in his chest poet fire
die, but seek out the way to the light.
do not sleep.

a joy to me,
until decayed,
while hanging loop,
ownerless loop
yell, stomp foot,
pressure from the heart of the pus,
hunger nettle words
and feel the love.