Текст песни Garlic Kings - Каторжная

Rubbed his legs shackled , fed up with the convoy ,
And I decided to say & quot; Goodbye & quot; his rowing bench .
Do not save my tracks rocky land,
Let the unemployed will remain until the loop .

Overclocking my sorrows !
Holiday here and we did not call !
Now we leave hardly !
How to treat your depression , I teach you eh !

I drag myself to the sins and their fathers and grandfathers ,
Pocket pulls my inheritance dead.
Voluntarily nobody wanted to send their coins
Sick of scarlet sails - I chose black.