Текст песни Егерь - Фабрика Спичек

For copies of the salt
Wounds made spears
Corrosive flesh powder
On wrists red thread in his tracks
on the most burning burn
On the way to paradise remember about hell
On the road to hell is better to forget

On the way to paradise remember about hell
On the road to hell is better to forget

The bruises you even he is not happy
And in the decision to leave-not obessud
It is a gas station next to the factory of matches
And benzene corneas divorce
There is reason to burn in the lotus position sitting
Around you is disabled circle dance
Do not burn but the tree
Do not ax but drowning
And the smell of Sequoia evaded by all
And on an empty rock moaning in her bed
In the past a passing jacket blushing
In bed is Kobzon
Bald head wig covering
It concludes with you bet
Says they say my dear
Burn-not obessud.

On the way to paradise remember about hell
On the road to hell is better to forget

On the way to paradise remember about hell
On the road to hell is better to forget