Текст песни Свят - Стойте головы склонив

Apocryphal brick, and Richie City Beach
My yard epic punctuated at the time of personal impeachment
A flatter me - and partly tip suddenly hurt
Mountaineering is not mine, my happiness is not far off
Sadness bitch, do not keep the game from the body, the demon prus
Moat walls on the run and then crunched scene
Be different banks - a city on the bones
Life as a mask is transferred, the children choir will not forgive
And glasses filled because until repent
And camera all so bad until the Apocalypse
And all so psyched - Call opponents
It's all toksimAny life depends on the moment
Take care of your strength. here as the nozzle - Hu am I?
Eric and weaving like Sipho - two zeros
Kept cool, the choice is not entirely mediated
And then without a chance, protein in the Ferris wheel

Stand head bowed strings in leaf
So much ambition dumped, then Blood and Sand
And I fuck fuck all sorrow and fear at night
True evil hour, and with a wave of scaffold and executioner