Текст песни 4 MORON - Snails

Verse 1
Their eyes are like snakes
And ice in my veins flows the blood
They collect their trophies
Bottomless night again and again

Verse 2
They do not know the pain
In their hearts cold and darkness
Take the fate and role
Snails depression in his sarcophagus

Chorus:

When sleeping in a cold forest
Tourist tramp or an alcoholic
Snails in the darkness to him crawl
To steal his soul and the will

Verse 3
Their mortuary goo
Penetrates sleeping under the skin
The yarns have broken the senses
Smile more, he will not be able

Chorus

Progressive topic

Text interlude:
Every year hundreds of tourists
Returning from trips home
Their faces were whiter than snow, and in the eyes of the eternal longing
And it is not related to overdue canned, buckwheat breakfast
or the fact that they went to the toilet under the tree leaves podtirayas
plantain or walnut.
Their laughter, smiles, dreams, goals and vitality kidnapped Snails Depression -
fragments of ancient evil and darkness, joy and warmth of eating people alive.

Solo

Loss

Chorus