Текст песни Encarta - Записки сумасшедшего

Chorus:

last slovaaaaaaaaaaaaa
* if I broke to pieces the mind *
I'm not another staaaaaaaaaaaaaal
* probably not as you eventually proved *
waiting for flour and togdaaaaa
* Do not pull it back again, we *
the image in my head whispers where you are?

Tim:
Compare notes sharpened knives, so
He became closer to us only death is not exactly a life
Then and not step over the threshold of blood
It was our last debate

Not understanding where the rooms where sleep
Vonzhu a knife in the heart, a demon straight to you
Lost breath that seemed gentle
Let you not to him but to the sky

Blood ?? it tastes better than the bitter taste of a lie
You fly up under you floor
I'm all over the human because I'm alive
For me a hundred sins, and my life poherna

It was cool in cold body
I multiply it and circled with chalk
I do not fyfvyfvkak all you knew about it
Now I know that you have no

Chorus:

Adil:
I did not see the truth for a long time
and do not tell me this word home
I'm in pursuit of happiness lost again
Now you're looking for blood sacrifice my

my thoughts scare me the most
your lies I've been taking for love
I put too much on that bet
Do not say not guilty do not lie!

you will be instructed killed
my knife, and I was given a bit to go
on the way you're not there, you are dropped
You can not hear the song, you're part of the dark

love and music
us
cut wings
and then
I tried to fly to heaven

Chorus:

Abika:
and this is the game we will not give concessions
not given to understand that this was our
You is not so bad? Towers
piece by piece is removed from you, sick!

nedzhivim my mind, what you breathe
then called the killing of people in uniform
call me a psychopath, it's true
but the blood from the mouth of your destiny and karma

cruel blade, do not go do not vybeshivaet
she asked for such tenderness
Nothing between, killed hope
I am the avenger of feelings, and you're just a pawn
 
we know that we are waiting for the end
until you see the outcome - you'll be dead
but the House alone surround me
you're just a fantasy, my illness.

Chorus:

last slovaaaaaaaaaaaaa
* if I broke to pieces the mind *
I'm not another staaaaaaaaaaaaaal
* probably not as you eventually proved *
waiting for flour and togdaaaaa
* Do not pull it back again, we *
the image in my head whispers where you are?