Текст песни A.BiR - SKIT2 Тлен

Who among us captive
and I delivered it to decay
I'm delirious one
I rarely among Deviatiny
It can cretin but the routine pulls the bottom
and I still aspire to the heights
the best shot in the head
or get up at the edge
than to fall and remain none
among opscharpanyh walls
seriously bring down these fables with morals
Why I'm here
open not my choice
but I thought a stretch strings
head moon ballad
lipstick traces
on a white shirt collar
and the same smell
that intoxicate and also draws
then dope in a circle
then the crowd girlfriends
and know each
how to get to the loop of the
sick poet