Текст песни вертуля газманова - джон ячменное зерно

bulls fall from the windows night I died into cocoon
In the head, the same motive
Fate runs a muddy porridge on the drain
clutching the shoulders with her grabbing
This drunken verse of the mountain is unwashed
They say hello and who are you from?
I take a ticket for the last Czech tram
take me from here begging him in the distance
there where the river flows, untouched forest
there wherever the rest of the world I disappeared
If you could. barefoot yes on the grass
feet. And so clear in my head.
I don't want to be another mechanism
which is all tied to the numbers
merged and again go on the bottom
Liver John Barley Grain
bulls fall from the windows night I died into cocoon
In the head, the same motive
And fate runs a muddy porridge on the drain
clutching the shoulders with her grabbing