Текст песни Дима Раджио - Гость

when it stabs in the side
running speed.
will set the teeth on edge
from unearned success.
tired of being sober
and howl into the abyss
about how to get out,
with both hands raised
but who to ask?
months with an idea on demolition,
God forbid now not a miscarriage,
and if yes - the jamb will save.
I will give the guests that this way and that will do
and then the black soil lying on the bones would accept me.

the guest will make a pogrom,
that you don't call him.
tearfully asks to enter the house.
let everyone in.

come in but don't breathe out
come in but don't breathe out.
burn, burn clear.

think, blow, think, blow
into blind grief.
I don't risk it, I don't protest.
singing.
build t-subtle spiritual comfort,
quietly bastard.
the southern one will burn out,
calm down.
just then everything
more than once let it double.
spinning, lying down
and dissolves
Who raised this mischievous woman like that?
let me drive
and I'm angry.
I'll fix it again and, plus
into sadness, sadness,
I will definitely drive everyone away.

upstairs
and I'm torn
to the sky under the boost.
the dogs will not be released
it's cold and empty there.
I go upstairs
and I'm torn
to the sky under the boost,
simple, simple, simple
It will be late.

the guest will make a pogrom,
that you don't call him.
tearfully asks to enter the house.
boldly enters the opening.
he leads the crowd,
so as not to good.
if he did not know evil -
let everyone in.

come in but don't breathe out
come in but don't breathe out.