Текст песни Тони Раут - Криминальные хроники

In the question : Where did the people ?
On - Twet : To find the miracle Believe!
How so , where is the logic?
She's not there - Criminal news !

I am your nightmare come into your dreams
Look at the clock run, hide son .
A piece of cold steel Founded flaw ,
Later got a knife from the Yana and her out of the pit
Turn around ! I may be behind you
I do not have pity, but you have pain .
To hear the cry of the victims wait for them them,
Then Chick Chick knife snip, snip .
I like the Tin Woodman of the old fairy tale ,
Blade flapping , parquet beneath you in the red paint.
In his hand chainsaw & quot; Friendship & quot; let's be friends ?
But you only need , & quot; Give me life & quot ;.
Next worse in the better not to be believed !
Cut off the scalp , and your ears for trophies.
There is no desire to stay vnochale me?
I 'll make you a remake of Silence of the Lambs .