Текст песни Иван Говнов - Предсуицидальная

I will put in the morgue
I will be very cold.
It will be my lifting
For what I became a subject.

My hands will glow like coal hot
But in the unfortunate eyes there will be pain light, the fire of that misfortune,
The world will be split into an empty embodiment, where the pain will not be fully
Increased gloom of inflamed love. Before pain in the wrists.

I don't seemble if the rain will stop in the death of this convolution,
A dirty circle of gray pain, where the dead leader is still ruled by the people,
Bad mold full, vits burned temple ...