Текст песни GLёD72 - Город Слепых Людей

All words are empty,
Prepare the gun,
Zapletal ends
Leave the death of his name!
Signs on the hands.
Do not trust them all,
In abandoned pages
Much more prophecy
and why do you lie yourself?

Death-one game of a lifetime
Throw your number into the interior thoughts
Me and you die,
But not for you, the city of the blind men!

Cry blind children
Injection whites of the eyes,
Smoke empty ideas
As the principle of unfinished sentences.
Feathers blue birds
Lodge on the dirty snow,
Theatre unfortunate persons
Zamazhet blood of a broken age!

Death-one game of a lifetime
Throw your number into the interior thoughts
Me and you die,
But not for you, the city of the blind men!

The SLR dreams characters treated eyes
There comes a day zabyvaetsya night.
Stop late, thrown tear
Here, you and I!