Текст песни Торба-на-круче - Всё в себе

As explosions bursting capillaries in the body
Forces are not loan
In death, so we have enough for a couple

All a minute of silence
Takes the form of silence
Form of war smell of war
It is impossible to be silent so you at least sing me

All functions into a single solid salt
Wet scribbled page
The Haunted World of transparent alcohol
And all that will happen

All in all the crumble now
I have in front of your eyes tears
All heaven in tears but these tears for us
What do these tears for us

Pain is not pain fear than fear
We produce salt exactly
That is how the tears and pain
We produce salt we extract salt
We produce salt we extract salt

We produce all
All a