Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - Кладбищенская танцевальная

Cemetery dance

A plate hangs in the cemetery
There are no free places for a long time
From the cross scrapeed face
The cigarettes asks good
On the skull is completely glass
What is under the stove is a tombstone
Like a character in a crystal coffin
Lies our dry

Here the watchman wanders into the insole drunk
Here is the maple is bent
Having stuffed pockets with plugs
The vampire under the mound lies
They stand again on the plank
In a beautiful gray jacket
Scatter the dumb words
Packets dirty in the sand

And thieves are running already
Night darkness
Three fly on a gun
The steering wheel is half -dead
Crows in a long crowd
Like a drunken uncle to bake and pierce
They are sitting at the watering
And loud crackers peck

It's not here
There is comfort
It's not here
Do not sing
It is not here
Not comfort
It's not here
Not comfort