Текст песни Ворон Кутха - Достал

Flew out the window photographs
Burned books torn notebook
Before the war, the Treasury guilt that damn
Zamorochitsya Healthy Cities

From the usual insults in rank
From canvas reasonableness architecture
Relentlessly increasing distance
parting loneliness

On the way of the swamps and ravines
On the way, all of the undead yes byle
Clean out onto plain paper
A circle lies awake yes crow

bridge the gap
On the gently sloping beach
On the edge of the cliff
prance tired
Do not hold , throw
What a loss
Himself left
Himself took

From cold phrases from extinct eyes
From silent pictures of the Deaf windows
Through quarantine weakness bile and dirt
Get out laughing, go one

Stars started off overexposed
Change passwords appearances rates seats
Flew into the pipe smoke of the fatherland
Putting an end to the arrest warrant

On the way of the mugwort nettle
On the road that repi yes quinoa
Toli night wolves, howling devils Toli - aching
Laid siege to the soul pure trouble

bridge the gap
On the gently sloping beach
On the edge of the cliff
prance tired
Do not hold , throw
What a loss
Himself left
Himself took

On the way of the circle , singing storms
Winds buried the sun in the clouds
Opened old wounds forgotten
Nakata throat long longing