Текст песни Гражданская Оборона - Реанимация

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Pale gleams the middle of branches
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Predatory newspapers everyday trophy.
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Injured dog raves commander
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And all this is usually called, my son,

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Resuscitation.

Thick horses, fed fields
Juicy cobs, sunny udder.
Waiting for the turn white dance
And it zalihvatskoe invisible film.

Resuscitation.

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 But the individual is no longer a soldier dying
 After all, he is only just a word, just a word, but what
 I began to eat, thump, puke, disassemble themselves apart.
 Skull strong torn up, and the brains are flowing through the walls, the walls
 Walls, doors, windows. Others were close,
 Quickly learned the situation,
 Contemplating adventure walking everywhere
 Out of habit, continuing to repeat the ritual:

Resuscitation.

In the hot summer thunderstorm park
Late gifts, our voices.
Where such a fly, a brass band
And all this is usually called, my son,

Resuscitation.