Текст песни Зазеркалье - Песня о хорошем человеке

Once , the old page
There comes a time to pluck up by the roots
And the angel of death in a black chariot
Fellows riding fucking kill
He loved you , man , game - dance
Peace and vile slave loved
Umbrella sentimental philistinism
Soldier killed you chimera of conscience
This time , all around the dog
Of the thousands of necks , individual and spin
From the human debris from the cloaca
A good man is always the same
He likes to live , he is not a friend of death
A soldier and a dutiful son to one destiny
He walked through the nightmare of fires
And a new world will go down , as Mr. !