Текст песни Holmgang-Legend - DeepAutWorkRecord

Skrotel Sandal for scattered foliage
Locking a slush sketchy rain
Rubber chips in a jammed scarf
The mood begins to smell the selection.

White flies are circling near the lantern
Demons in the head again tried about her
In life there is a hopeless garbage
The mood smells more likely to look

Nasty wind makes the coat
Mateshina answers the ancient Russian longing
And more and more often wakes up Bull Agnya Barto
Under which the board does not end.

Essensky pizdets spread around the district
Funding to South, like rats from the ship
The city is harking fog as heroic Osovo
The mood is more asking for a whisker.

Sky with a hangover does not want to know their children
The joy is broken by lump like a sheet of calendar
Nothing more to lose except your own chains
Mood Everything is clearly asking for a whisker.

Sasha block was right - yes no lumen nichrome
Live a hundred years, but to repeat everything as insert
The same color of longing and the same depth
Floating cold, night, pharmacy, street, Viskar.

Girl with eyes of June herbs
Pour into the glass of my soul my sunny amber
To quickly get rid of this tape
So as not to climb my loop to me on the lantern.