Текст песни HeaDLY - Когда не прет идти домой

Mud flies in the face -
That is my offense
I clamped a tight ring
And surround nits
All shoot from the hip
And Upavan on conscience
On your chest purring
Grey your story!

Where we're
In broken mirror
We find peace
Between the black thread
Balance weights
violated the wind
For their loved fathers
We - the only children ...

Give me a chance to escape
And forget about it.
Spirit translate
With the cigarette smoke.
For my window again
Spread field.
Know the time to get up again
And fight in the wild.
Gray fingers in the wind
It's a pity there is no self-pity.
I know for sure that I would die
From fatigue.
Take me to the knees
I will not mind!
I've been caught in a prisoner
And it did not fit!

When not rushing to go home!
When neither dead nor alive!
When not rushing to go home!
When in bed, cold evil ...