Текст песни Scum Squad - Сторож

Smoldering pile of newspapers , opal Lays
Raw dawns in bed
Seven o'clock shadows
Crawling on plaster
One - the other , in the clinking of glasses
Autumn comes , how strange
Be the constant,
As a movement minutes

watchman
Bearing post on scraps winters
Remember blind no bueno, watchman !

Just without the purpose of drowning week
Rain falls asleep on a swing
Your lazy beasts
Tangled threads into a ball
The heat of the summer in St. Petersburg
In your filter cigarettes
October vetoed
The choice of other roads

Br.

Rains ...
Rains ...
Wait
Change ...

Harvest, and everything will return a hundredfold !