Текст песни Вадим Фомин - бред

loop door oil, so that the cry chokes
We learned passionately for a dead end
Will wasted with eternity for slough
We did not have enough ash - the ashes of burnt stars

Sober give vodka, throw the dog bone
Mate stuck in the throat - Barren Earth's handful
shop, bubble, fence, bread, humus
Those who passed the running, got into the invisible system

The dead sang softly, in the tone they eased cricket
Well, do not be sad, lands, friendly flutter
Sees from the hut, soon and our turn
lie down your head to sunset