Текст песни ИН ЗЕ КИТЧЕН - поэтам

CROCH ON HIS BODY
Poet-good tailor.
sulfur color eyes
Language as if old

grow us (you), yes to be like tops
Yes, just all the stumps, yes peas.
The wall is strong not to mask.
Let's try to go this bridge

Willings would fly
The window as the network is broken,
yes only no wings at the body
Poet his body Kropyt

Kropyt his body he is in the bathroom
flows from tile water.
Phone is responsible
Another May to nowhere

There were attempts to learn
Stool-crowded together.
Deceived young faces
cold, cunning sense

Where did you get the roads?
We must only go.
sat down, depended, frozen
and look like melting a world

poets, poems your blood
Porma-soul poems.
guitar weapon to battle
And who says not to understand