Кавалергард - Записки покойного - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In order to take off, nothing, nothing was enough.

This is the grief of the poet and his last verse, it absorbed the block.

Hostage to the role, rush to go in the leg, in the smoothness.

"Would sooner finish, but there is nothing to wait for you there, not looking for resentment.

Hey the uncle, take this food for the mind.

And from your ferocious fee, there was only a span, Nishtyak.

You are standing still, on a mine. As an ordinary typical Valera, I crumpled the texts more than you are in sight in the whole career.

And without ceasing to cook, we will drown, my hunger is not to surrender.

The grin remained in those faces that remained behind the distance.

What do you think ? I will eat the whole MC, like PAC-Man.

They didn’t fall out the window, I wait, after all, I am your rabbit, a bitch "Bang Bang".

And you died a bull, no, you apparently did not understand something, the bull, your notes of ash. Indeed, for culture, we serve as a support, where you are now without a head.

ZVES stole Europe, a lady is visiting his peak.

Instinct says "I'm sorry, you are not a couple."

There is nothing warmer than notes from the sky in a dream, died faceless, lonely, who managed to leave a mark.