Текст песни Бригадный Подряд - SONG 3

Delicate stick , bitter carrot you to boot
Fingers crumple talisman to fail
For an idea without the idea from nowhere to nowhere
From foreboding spit on the cross , Judas hung

Against all ...
Against all the rules in the world
Just laugh our prophet left for us
Fingers do the children of the night lead dances
To find happiness at dawn in the general lack of freedom

Do not go to sleep ...
Do not fall asleep that in adversity
Shred razor thin wrist
Nonsense , it's all treated hysteria is overdue
In human beings in a human - all right , all right