Текст песни Веня Др'кин - Нибелунг

Mёrtvenny ash moons
mourning sky,
Dandruff letters stars - my
name.
To read it - so much
vents.
Nibelung! Nothing you have not
will -
The cat died, the tail oblez.
And no this blood will not drink,
And no one will eat her flesh,
Waiting for? Bullshit!
In the hands of syndromic tremor.
You drink? Well…
That's what a sunny day
Limp in a square box.
And your mother alone,
And your mother is sick.
Console yourself own bed,
Where am I - rowan tree outside the window
The Free hands warm in
Tango flame,
I conjure Congo drinking water
To clean up the fire. singing yes
sing!
Nibelung! This blazing fires
native -
Bronze female wildebeest.
And you're in a cage it so hard,
What you do not understand why.
Spring.
Hangover sweet murcit
sleep Demon
Yesterday was Tarida,
Today throat baubles.
Your wine does not matter,
When the wine is not clear.
Another gray day
In the kitchen with a dirty table,
Where am I - rowan tree outside the window
In memory of the milk runes - death
and roots
The runes - the movement of evil in
myocardium,
To forgive him - two
wing.
Nibelung! It melts your wax
convector,
The feathers of the wings frozen into
steel
Memory in the pipe carries the wind.
Fly away! Fly away!
Seven troubles -
One answer - there is no god;
Where the table is a coffin,
There on the table will be alcohol.
Where the table someone is drinking,
There's a table someone is sleeping,
Where human waste
Sprinkle bleaching powder and ice,
There I was - the mountain ash outside the window ...