Текст песни 4ерноВиk aka Yankee Monkey Boy - Эпоха Побед

A couple minutes it's like the air rescue
When alone with himself, forgetting about the time
Strange dreams, as the echoes of yesterday's truth
When victory is a lie, and the defeat of the mystery
Past era, a whole world of replacement parts
But the timer in the fog will not hide past gave

Tell everyone that you're not sleeping up to four nights
How is COLD kidney, spine numb
But however, the dreary light of a lamp
He penetrated the consciousness of the shadows and not otherwise

Dreamed of the Volga River, far away Wolves
On the moon, howling for someone and not molkli
Free wind whistling through the trees raged
Brad ... but these women's eyes in the branches

Probably just a way of the past life
When you are recognized as close as in the prism
What can we say about those who so far could not
Identify in your evil stuffing. You are God in this pair

Puppeteer or spider thread to pull the victim from the hands
Do not make a sound, so that fear has not generated light
At the head of the one on the dessert of your sick fantasies
Somewhere on the edge of the highway buried corpse. And in vain

This search for the daughter of his father. Before his face
Nice smiling friend and secret enemy - actor
Success Time has flown, but remained dreams
These glorious eyes it seemed clear again

How to spring not live
As if this winter is a marina your expectations
And around the mirages
Who wants to be like a ghost forever therein