Текст песни Градус - Сгорит Дотла

Time after midnight ... The darkness is calling mist married ...
Outside, the shadows around the lights like a coven ...
Goose bumps, blew off the rails ...
And I'm happy for the portion is ready to sell his soul ...
Will not be worse, my mother did not wait for me for dinner tomorrow ...
Social shamelessly ... vessels narrowed ...
Carefully, as if the thought would laundries ...
But then stained with the fact that I'm hiding inside ...
I can not cry, but do not call a doctor ...
Find in someone's eyes and lose the essence of ...
Definitely ...
At the heart of someone who lives ... In the heart of someone crying ...
So unobtrusive sense of the wind burst
In my little world in a few square meters ...
Delirium delirium ...
The fourth hour of the night for something ...

And then there is positive ... the final scene ...
The walls of bombed something red ... it soon oblezet ...
On the blade pieces, hangs the press ...
Do you remember where something wildly beat the clock and then at midnight ... time Memory puts numbers at some joke ...
The fevered imagination of the brain plays football ...
Upgrading to the souls must dance ... from under the feet of the foundation ...
Or fucking drown in alcohol vapors ...
The protests of the entrance is no longer valid ...
And you lepi maestro lepi spite of all ...
I stress these utilizuruyu in smoke and their persecution by the wind ...
Phone on the floor to go to hell, it would be better probably ...
So it will be clearer and will not waste your nerves ...
Faces mangling under hashish and pu-erh and squares,
Too bad the first tears not fun in Kolchev ...
He crushes dreams, beats her to bits ...
Somewhere furiously beat the clock and therefore time at midnight ...
Helplessly ... quietly emptying aprons ...
And there welter in the streets, there is a hungry poet ...
Shitty lyrics ... holey summer ....

Burn down the poetry ... and beat to pieces ...
Last degrees Celsius let-down ...
All because of a leaky summer ....
Play Hades on funeral flutes ...

I thought it draws to itself, then drives away ...
This, that sits inside me crazy for sure ...
Under the ceiling of the corridor in a frosty haze ...
Flashed lights and black and white pictures ...
I am concerned everything from the smallest detail to large deposits ...
Like income, but not enough money ...
Night window doves on wires and cornices ...
Biting each other ... who is stronger and who survived ...
With the high notes ... I stumble down jokes ...
Family, friends ... lost in the captions to look scary ..
Smiles, anger, wealth and poverty ...
And zaebis when the money is not to be considered ..
Somewhere furiously beat the clock and therefore time at midnight ...
Second double will not ... do not need to call for help ...
I grow old ... early start all over again through the curtain ...
Another cup of Puer by the rules ...

Burn down the poetry ... and beat to pieces ...
Last degrees Celsius let-down ...
All because of a leaky summer ....
Play Hades on funeral flutes ...

What makes white then, even if the night is changing consciousness ...
Comments, photos, forums, waiting ...
Megalomania everywhere embarrassingly ...
Steagall even individuals rather navitannyh ...
In this delirium I like to tell you about the most important ...
What we humans so is breaking ...
It ended for those who have already managed to raise,
Forget already found the strength to forgive ...
Way really mysterious ...
There is no peace, my friend, have a truce with themselves ...
And we have the right to this side of the monitor
Bear all this nonsense, to conduct these conversations ...
Late or whether it might still it is too early ...
Somewhere heart was beating, somewhere is tired ...
And who put it on before the fact reached out ...
Hush, do not mention the ghost in the Sue ...

Burn down the poetry ... and beat to pieces ...
Last degrees Celsius let-down ...
All because of a leaky summer ....
Play Hades on funeral flutes ...