Текст песни Веня Д'ркин - Пуля

I'm getting used to be twisted in the sphere
Coal dust, nitrate and sulfur.
I froze to the mirror
Polished steel tiny body
Moth-eaten ...

I live in the gun barrel,
In delirium tremens spitting blood,
Bearing gifts white snow ...

God forbid trigger slips drunk
The striker hit the back pain ...
Telegrams
Yes, the victim in a white dress ...
Yes, I'm on the memory
In the closet of someone's mother ...

Lord, give me strength to wedge a black muzzle!
I do not want...

The round window cowherd to Lely
Those who do not know the likely targets -
Bare of standing under a rainbow.
fire sector, concise instructions.
The metallic clang voice behind -
Well, flew ...

I rest I roasted meat
The four screw threaded grooves ...

Lord, give me strength!
Lord, give me strength
Jammed the muzzle of a black ...
In the black ... I do not want ...
Flying ...