Текст песни Веня Д'ркин - Локаята ст. 213, 214, 215...

Armor dressed hastily on lacerations patched
You do not want to wash their hands, because in the hands of the smell,
In your hands the smell.
Precious seeds - the heart does not hurt to burn on the carat.
You do not become to wash their hands, because in the hands of the smell,
In your hands the smell.
The continuation of the rainbow in the ground vrozn for nine laps.
You no longer will be able to wash their hands, because you're in his paws,
In your hands his blood.
Precious seeds - the heart of wiping rags servants.
You do not wash the smell of gray, because you're in his paws,
His legs are your hooks.