Текст песни Дима Гусев - Над Городом, Слегка Еще Подушкой Придушенным

above the town, a little more cushion strangled,
red sun began to rise.
We like the last living souls on earth -
members of the resistance of the objective reality.

Five days ago, we have taken a defensive perimeter,
to the last puff to the last sip,
They vowed not to lower its glorious banner
gandzhaberserkov guerrilla regiment.

I know - to take come at dawn.
nothing to fight and inevitably close to dawn.
I burned all the grass and fourteen bubbles
on the floor - spent cartridges.

Here beats the reality in the face with his fist.
red-hot nail stuck in the sky.
Irvine Welsh is sucked least for porridge and milk,
and then he would be killed for vodka!

what a junkie that during drag-dealer?
correct to say - hanyga, huckster.
& quot; gateway to a year of crocodile spice & quot;
It will be called a book about it.