Текст песни Типо Чёрно-Белый - Иная сторона мира сего

Time stood still, held rigmarole twirled
Fleeting vision as the present
Childhood, time jump and immediately retirement
Be able to appreciate, learn to love, learn to breathe
In poetry, the soul of appeasement
Where to stay in the world, in search of an answer
In the afterlife, where there is no outrage
Where jubilant crows and falling ash
There - where will always eclipse
Where one in three - dies of overdose
In bed psychiatric hospital
In clad expanses, small bezlimitki
Sieve the windows, fence energized
Dried brains usobshih scrape the walls
Cheer up, it's - not yet old age
Karystyu hushed grandeur of their god
Lost souls in the brain efferent porridge
Ambitions abstractions in the era cataclysm
From zero to one arrow can not come unhooked
When is it better to die shot lead
And much higher rise of the culture of the lower
Consciousness flooding, souls of the dead
Indeed the world is ruled necromancers, with a shovel in his mouth
Rotten soul - without dark and heartless
God's renunciation of the devil in the belief
Virgin imprisonment between two worlds
Policies like zombies, strictly dressed
Not earnest Kashirki, Western Ikel
For the soul takes the devil, for the heart of Flour
UkrFA states that resulted in the death of a person
Suffocate, meet bullet fall asleep forever
Then also occur outcast land on all fours
And so from year to year freezes time
That there was a unit in whose conscience it clogged
Leave a little deeper into the ground and burrow
Here is her Communion in this world of death
On the other side of the window there is no world, only darkness
As we saw from there but there is a world of good
Because Machiha in darkness devil in flesh
Healing not ask me unlock the gate
The souls of the dead call for his mother You raised
Cross in front of him and keep his plea offset
Because the choice is not great under the moon still that big
When will Erokhov explosion brain that's he's a hero