Текст песни синекдоха монток - Как Не Быть Молоком

You will go to China
And I'm in an Indian prison
But I'm a happy person
After all, one day I will find you in the lights.

The account goes on for days.

The unthinkable children who went through the war
We fall in the snow, and on your cheek un kissed
Burn from the wind.

Rejoice, bitches, for joy is stolen.
On a noisy and festive street
Only a false memory evokes in you
The desire is missing.

I will betray you.
I will betray you.

We are at the end of our forces
In a pink, murky light
In the dirt and blasphemy
Well, until I met:
I'm having fun on the damned land.