Текст песни 8Show - Немые голоса

"Books sound of thousands of voices, and only favorite - your own"
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Koli I in the seventh you are to the ward number six
The way to paradise, and all will be to pull me but here
The night then smolder silently up or one hour in the crypt
at least in my head all being destroys my delirium to shreds

Silent voices head of books at the moment is filled with all
tell him what should be flooded in broad walls
Utopia - recessed bottom is fucking
Dumb voice becoming quieter we fall

It's not like they do not find Naytvud sidekick
Locked four walls are not up to the people I usually here
So I need exclamation marks but I'm drowning in the dot
Our sense of alchemy but they can be done exactly the poison

I Raging heed to the word evil mana and bit line again
Beige and umbrella where we inanimate hundred soldiers a hundred books
In many silent voices of others you will become addicted
Only favorite book is always playing his dumb