Текст песни Хип-хоп одинокой старухи - Терновый венок

My Shariah - to hold a concert for all their booze
and lost a century ago, will not come back ever since the road everything is covered with snow
my old covenant - trust no one and do not believe in good
my anti-hero did not live to see the graves, thank you for eternal Charon ferry
my Necronomicon - to break away, but after not remember to whom
my main canon - to put the bones at stake,
but in the end the dog on the mat and the bones on the floor
my crown of thorns severity of skin ripped
my burden, as a witch, old,
my obituary, I read it, sitting witch with tarot

poverty - my faith
I whip torn things devours at the checkout chimera
my way eludes the eye - so save me from wandering Minerva
Thank you that I am where I am, here is a handy read between the lines
I broken the day round noose around his neck broke his spine
in the morning, I do not as much alive and not dead
by it seems that this city gets out from under the blankets ashy
and the city that is in the bones, thin ribs break stations to crunch
I'm superman, and on his deathbed just would have said Zarathustra