Текст песни Eugene Fatal - 2. Деревьится ветрее шелево

Coal dopel yesterday evening songs cod
And in the morning not to inhale their breath full chest.
Points on the flea - sky rolled up in wool ,
Wood resin thorns to the stars my way .

Old trash burned down , not warmed , not decayed , not delivered .
The woodpile empty gaps between the logs with his hand .
How the roads were once of hope and memory,
What is now forgotten in the closet , abandoned me .

Jan slept for a number somewhere several days ,
And let osvineet my way , withered belly.
All I know is that I really know nuzhno-
Damn throw a stone in my garden !