Текст песни Трико Пюшон - Слабый треск

How many times have collected themselves in these centuries
Being the background of my days, I chose not just
Slump, I fell asleep with his lips to the tissues
Mouthfuls of dust again this drunk with us
Navar same soups, as always
The city as a casserole, grits and people
Bright carrot and onion instead of whiners
That is the most important in the role of random petals in tea
Everyone will say at last, when the last soldier to die
My blood is not enough for all of God's urging
Leaving a lot, but pretend lazy rabble
What is the difference, because everyone wants to laugh only
Under the scalp prose poems in the eyes of Use
It is folded not just to be a true scaffold
I'm not important, I am godless, I am dependent on words
I hid under the house to remember when quite painful
World Point me in the ocean filled rooms
When I write, I do the whole universe freestyle
Remember, the wind of my despondency hide
I just do not like, just do not remember most