Текст песни Хроноп - Пророк Иеремия

The prophet Jeremiah, the keeper of the palace,
The prophet Jeremiah, I am a father.
We were sitting, just like before,
Pitcher, and each king,
Stale bread and cheese.
What we drink, now do not remember me.

Jeremiah left light
The prophet Jeremiah, our rural Freud.
Beatles without words
Can & quot; t buy me love,
Lasky earth goddesses.
The dreams, now do not remember me.

The prophet Jeremiah, in the mouth of sapphires,
The prophet Jeremiah, the companion of Christ.
It is followed by the eye,
Above it grumbles thunderstorm.
Viola in his hands.
What we sang, now do not remember me.

Jeremiah does not remember evil,
The prophet Jeremiah, in the circle of arrow.
Read Harms,
Big Harms.
In disputes her kill night.
What we were waiting for, and now I do not remember.