Текст песни RIKI - Нимб из мух

I'm probably at the bottom of the world
here made of straw and trash carriage ride
dirtier than this just does not happen
and absolutely no one will remember
It does not really matter, but all humiliated
under one comb, we immediately cut
You can communicate on a par with moles
Only they can are not enemies
all live here on an equal basis, but all in the shit
Of course as usual to pull the rotten
and sometimes I wake up under a pile of earth
I dream to have ever found
but a layer of no use to anyone
I alone scrutinize pools
I often start going through the lumps of coal
and understand that every time one took again in vain
and you know, has a halo of flies on me
there is a rumor that I was deaf but I halo of flies
put on it when something I
and with him I live now is not uzhato
they fly over my head and keep silent
I probably need them again they are not sad
me a halo of flies, three
someone made a last gasp
lying in the hope that we will raise
here it is always very cold climate
Now every day I wait until they wake up
only friends flies always wait
someone I seem a fool and an idiot
but I know that friends cherish every breath
we do not consider me croak lohom
I do not deserve such living here
doubtful, at the top of all those curse hundred times
and maybe here is pretty good
and get used to the first wing will grow
me a halo of flies, they will support
and always keep me in front of the fall
I have black wings prorostayut
why not white, but with the rot
yes, now I fly, though not all
feathers are black while you lay in agony
but I have a natural color
I experienced this eternal oppression
while you bathed in flour dyed his feathers
My always been such a rabble
because I come from the very depths of who you are despised
but the purity of your unnatural, you all have lied
my black dirty in appearance but it does not put in dyes
and perhaps even loved ones are not remembered
I simply supported small flies
they are in the difficult moments do not struhli
unlike your big men
that all of the cables and the cables lie
me a halo of flies will be all my life
but each fly from it I will not forget
and now I'm in the sky soar high like all
and I have not forgotten who raised me in contrast to all
This breaks the old record player
and the number of these can be counted on the fingers
but I could barely barely finish this bit
Column rumbles and otherwise fasten
but the track has already been recorded, and the contract is signed
and I climb back from the bottom