Текст песни 43ai - Бусы

Snow fell upon the cities beads,
Hundreds of pages of scribbled in the trash,
Prospect - Apple of Discord, bites, bitten,
Past the gaping windows densely planted.

I flame clot. Smile between stone busts.
Medications bitter poison always delicious.
Plus, individuals dull, dull the senses
You can hardly understand why so empty to me.

Kontachit with the Muses. But not kontachit with the closest.
Initials letters of the English.
Sad. Street fences put up lonely
Is even the city froze ice vystelen?

We do not believe in the truth. But believe in horoscopes.
Dependent on the whims or bad weather.
Ideas not newer Babylon during excavations
Yes, I do not remember what to write inside the brackets.

The sky is crying bitterly cold wind
Drumming on the roofs of several days
I learned to live in the present
lekastva bitter and tasty poison

From behind the clouds the sun comes out again
Children little hands reach out to the little window
In the next room someone wakes up
Prolong the aroma of coffee in Turku bronze
 
Pour the water from the shower like a waterfall,
Like a cat purrs playing wind pipe
Explodes the heart of one of the hundreds of firecrackers
And the creator of a musician I like his game

Apple core incident at the table
Our homes are tightly rolled into the concrete
And even plowing dusty Babylon
The share can not be compared with that infernal cauldron boiling

Well, then we think there one evening
Where is the wise man more stupid than most careless
None dozen people you have been cured
Well, it's all so by doing nothing

The sky is crying bitterly cold wind
Drumming on the roofs of several days
I learned to live in the present
lekastva bitter and tasty poison