Текст песни Ханка - Готический централ

Spring with a scythe has come
And heat rays
Sadly they look out of my window.
Again, pinch the chest,
And sadness will fit into the soul,
He’ll go to the cemetery with me.
Crosses throws up,
Anal sin
With that little thing that I loved for so long.
With that herochka left
With that herk came ...
And to forget her corpse is not enough strength ...

Gothic central - north wind,
A stage from Tver - angst unmeasured,
Lies on Herz'e heavy Shmerts.
Gothic central - north wind.
When did I punk? .. Life is poorer.
It’s not suicide that usually kills,
And that cemetery sex.

There under the window of the prisoner
Thawed Thin,
My brain incinerated tussin in full.
I'm glad here
Just five years to sit.
I need cadaveric love ...