Текст песни Шмели - Жрать подано

Past the body, past the sky
Soul flew arrow in the forest.
That rotten tree stump in the stench of the bubbling
Reincarnated from the mud to the fire.

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Past the roof thought walking,
Stomp flowers, then collects.
But no matter how exhausted people
End of the world will never be.

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Look out of the little window, nothing flourishes,
And in this moment somewhere somebody dies.
You will look to the cloud, there is God dozed off,
Rest, rest, Father, just tired.

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