Текст песни Святое Причастие - Дезертир

On the withered grass dries the dew
And the sun schemitsya from ear to ear
The young wasp nakolet me on the shoulder
Constellation railways clover

Where no stake and no yard
Gravel grit rustling
My conscience is half Monastery
And I'm knocking the dirt shoes
It dissolves in the woods
Nobody recognized deserter

We have sown the wind early
Late scented fumes
Sucks finished for the repose
barbed wire
fenced altar
you never get through, do not miss the convoy

And with a thief on a chip
With the world on pizdyuley
Handed out to those who suffer crutches
And I have two hundredth life
I have long been on huyam
I figured out nits and I flunked

Ebis my horse country
Matryoshka and vodka,
And the heroic leader fucked
I'm tired of being a good,
Tired of being kind
I'm sick of watching you in the eye

And the last night
When we were together
The fact that you can not buy
None of the blood, nor for rubles

Let others go systems
I have now itself
Sweetie memory overgrown graves

On the withered grass dries the dew
And the sun schemitsya from ear to ear
The young wasp nakolet me on the shoulder
Constellation railways clover

Where no stake and no yard
Gravel grit rustling
My conscience is half Monastery
And I'm knocking the dirt shoes
It dissolves in the woods
Nobody recognized deserter