Текст песни incoom - За бортом

He throws left in the buff
Mock overhang on the neck two bits
What a fucking routine went to the end of the picture
Happy End is not the same as in Kill Bill

How many suffered told me there was no
We saw it on the wounds I rubbed soap
All this lay quietly, and finally it emerged
See arrow radiometer already haywire

Punches path itself through the thorns to the stars
We must come to their senses and would not it be too late
Then I wake up it is not clear whether the dead either blue
I like them gamunkul grown on kerosene

Something is very clear, and I kind of like live
I got that-that I struck a chord
Now there is no place to escape something everywhere I dug ditches
To hide from you but the roles have changed manners

A little nuttiness can even psychosis
I do not allow it to go all these years under the tail
Moving back to press on the brakes too late
I chose the path I myself xXx

Turn me into unknown offspring
Hanging rock at me constant search
To regret what I have not heard of such a thing
Everything you've done to me whether something has to give you

The color of my life has been pre-defined palette
From black to white shades with the smell of saltpeter
And it is not about not telling me the names
Constantly repeated their lives and their rights

How strong was the desire to just give up
Start playing from start to believe in abstraction
How many years have I waited for the turning point
And all that life before your eyes today as a reel of film

He lived like a minefield no room for error
Step wrong or mine or sand fragile
It's not sail steamers and tanks do not pass
There seems to have hired people to lead astray

Life may not be smooth because only smooth ice
If the throne, he will deliver a highly precarious
Of all the ideas outlined issued an opinion
Everything has its measure and the whole purpose

I am a bird of flight, I'll be taller
I feel like I survived by jumping from the roof -chudo!
Once a year, shooting stick and I waited four
Polukaponir was but now my extended garizont

Uncertainty in something if I wandered in the dark
In empty halls corridors you had not been there only
I kind of monogamous I kind of melancholic
But I was not about to let wiped his feet I am not your fucking rug

In me you will find a scapegoat, I'll show you what's what
I went through all the rites of baptism, I will prove all I think is
Do you think I'm going to ask for forgiveness, I'll tell you on the dick lip people
You'll swear I renounced I still come every cook tools

Not useless by the fact that I pru if a tractor in a field
Sense from the fact that you do not have to yank all end intercourse
All the talk only about what not to convey not mat
But do not deny what has long been a fact

All the evidence in the shuffle, I rested a maniac
I became so after years of sailing behind
Now fuck me away from my deck
Your facial expressions are harmful to me