Текст песни Враги мух - Пульс вымирающей расы

Word - Aleksey Manuilov / Music - Fedor: (Fredo Jay :) Lukashuk

I'm tired, my eyelids, opalёnnye clarity extinct dreams
Is closed for a long time, and his eyes were like an abandoned pit dug.
Tears were rivulets, gushing, but dried out by sorcery!
Our lives were married: a spoonful of poison thrown into food for relatives ...

Pulse of a dying race, a few blows!
The sun is not brighter than Mars, the moon off the spotlight ...

Constant wars. Brother against brother, and son on a father!
And shutting the circle is a movement losing face.
Spray laughter gave way to furious foam spray saliva!
In the abyss of dirt fell and at least die with dignity should be ...