Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - Звенят звоночки

bells

Ringing bells , I feel that pulls
Pull into the forest , in the forest flowers wither
And libido inside quietly vyaknet
Like quinoa roots crisscrossing
Who knows , he would find me
Plant trumpet would get to heaven
Star of the East in the skull shines
And in the left heel Sirius lights

Barbed wire wrapped my loins
With what purpose - it is not known
As the specter of a gynecological chair
As creeps into the consciousness of the parasite