Текст песни ГрОб - Кто-то умрет

Oh milestones
On stage at sunrise
Tolokonov foreheads
Yes, the 3rd entry
Zabolit under the shoulder blade:
Probably the wing,
Color with patches;
Knees cramped.
Behind the doors of shadows -
Unscaled.
Yes, the horse, but the sled
Learned to fly,
Learned to shoot
In white light, so random!
And now we sleep -
We sing snow!

Children sleep until dawn ... zabrezhzhil
Chudesa..nebesa ...
Sleeping children - frost ..
Tomorrow grain carts, but blind eyes ..
Sun ...

Oh, decorations, windows,
Yes, they do not break
Colored glass
Not survive, but to survive.
Spread his arms and wings;
In the legs clutched the earth
Christians, Muslims:
A sense - fucking.
Behind the doors broke in
Half the sky
A heart so tired
Povylazili shame
Fun saint
Yes imperishable soul:
Three roads to the house
Though zavyazochki sew.
Oh smile from ear to ear
A scoundrel - yes all-to-face
How pogneli so vzashey
God, the Son and the Father
Fun saint -
He dances, and I sing
Only blizzard approximately moan
My lullaby ..

Children sleep until dawn ... zabrezhzhil
Chudesa..nebesa ...
Sleeping children - frost ..
Tomorrow grain carts, but blind eyes
Sun ...