Текст песни Веня Д'ркин - Нибелунг

A treasure was found in the garden
When it was opened -
It still had the same garden
The trees were the same ...

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The dead ashes of moons in the mourning sky
With dandruff, the letters of the stars are my name
To read it so many miles.

Nibelung, nothing will come of yours -
the cat is dead, the tail has peeled off.
And no one will drink this blood, and no one
it will not eat its flesh.

Are you waiting? You're lying! Syndromic in the hands
shiver. Are you drinking? Well...
That is why the sunny day is limp
in the square of the window.
And your mom is sick, and your mom is alone.
Take comfort in your own sleep where I am
rowan tree outside the window.

Free hands to warm in the flame of tango,
I conjure to drink the waters of the Congo,
To clean the fire - sing and sing.

Nibelung, this is the fires of the native -
bronze female wildebeest.
And you're in her cage so tightly that
you won't understand why ...

"Spring" - a hangover devil purrs sweetly.
Yesterday there was tarida, today there is a spoon in the throat.
Your wine doesn't matter when the wine isn't clear.
Another gray day in the kitchen with a dirty table
Where I am - a rowan outside the window.

In the memory of the milky runes - death and roots.
In the runes of the movement of evil in the myocardium,
To forgive him - two wings.

Nibelung, it melts your convector wax -
Wing feathers are frozen into the steel.
Memory is blown away by the wind ... Fly away! Fly away!

Seven troubles - one answer - there is no God,
Where there is a coffin on the table, there will be alcohol on the table.
Where someone is drinking at the table, there is someone sleeping under the table.
Where human scrap is sprinkled with bleach and ice -
There I am - a rowan outside the window.