Текст песни Тёплая трасса - Святая родина

Thick fog, empty days
That ended the game
On clatter answer you
Pieces of broken glass.
Dotting the sky dark
And talking to the beat
Thunderclap in the face
Played his last act.

Holy Motherland, light your lights
From each cloud unintelligible words
In the name of the hardness of straddling arms
But this is not enough, but that is not enough, but it is not enough

Hey, beauty, kill me
Fortune, and love
Normal sound for three rubles
Familiar words simple blood
Open the coffin arrived
Shards rained, ringing
Ripped from the emptiness, no one knew I was no x *

Holy Motherland, light your lights
Cusco deadly, conventional heat
As with doom rhymed days
But this is not enough, but that is not enough, but it is not enough

What a night of stars
I gave this light
What delicate flowers
What incredible sunrise
Sun waves its wings
Land birch wags
Brightens the sky over the table
And howcast sleeping sweetly

Holy Motherland, light your lights
Already looking at the sky all the bells
Already flies land in the last steps
But this is not enough, but that is not enough, but it is not enough