Лжедмитрий IV - Твое последнее слово - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

(I)

You sginesh eyes. She did not need a scythe,

To sudden death for the life of punishment.

She is hungry, eats paintings that cross stitching on the surface of the subgrade.

And when you let go of the hand of his child's eye to the gate wire,

Things to stop and glare at his heart stronger words of love until the water flowed ...

It is terrible to see the world

Through the glass of irreversibility, when the assembly line, he regales our children.

Some are pushing to windows other locks between the tentacles fire that smoky cinema dancing in the darkness.

Their screams torn to mothers through the casing parting SMS packs from the trap soot.

Do not be silent. Moloch sytitsya minutes of silence. Soon your child will be under him.

Above the cemetery fresh downpour - a blind man weeping angel, he says "it's not right!".

With trembling hands, leading over the hills of graves, he studies our world as a Braille book page.

- It is not right! Who wrote it?

And if the author does not agree, I came to decipher! These texts do not write again, the sheets do not have to be slaughtered, and must not be so small font.

When a country becomes one big memorial, I will climb up the mountain of toys, photo frames and colors.

And God will give something in his hand, though I have no right, and most likely get burned, because I'm certainly not a saint.

When the ship is swept into the dust and you are going to the bottom, breathe water, it does not seem threatened storm.

And shall I jump down, leaving His hands our pain that is sealed to the question "why?".

// My last word - "I'm sorry"

What evil swept you, my son?

Who closed the hand

Forever your eyes? //

(Ii)

"Phoenix burns under the window. Soon, the sky beckons wing. You laugh when pleased. When you burn hell.

Yes you vospryanesh faith, you do not get tired of glory. You'll burn to the ground, but will arise. "

But why Kemerovo, Tanya?

After a terrible accident you post the song "Phoenix" and cover with Kemerovo.

Saying "sorry for the families of the victims, crying, praying with all of you."

But the track - reprezent thy mourning there is not disclosed, and HYIP disgusting stink.

Then you look at the "Winter Cherry" not as a man, and a worm - a parasite.

But I understand you. You're old. You were at the peak, but now moved to another chair.

You ideologically rotten vegetable, climbing in every barrel, but nowhere on STATE.

Peter Parker was bitten by a spider, took from him the strength and agility time guy.

You still can not put the blame on a pension - it is visible, you bitten Nazarbayev.

You poured smaller MC, one after another. But blame you age is not given.

After all, you've lost Chuikov, and one of them is filled up you - this is the effect of "dominoes".

Then carbine failed to prove that he is heterosexual, and have bent the NKVD. (Group)

And you came here, hoping to grab something, but sginesh as a trace on the water.

"The wind - it's easy," "Jay Sasha - Sasha Gray", "Jumbo white as chalk."

I'm afraid to think what this crazy sharp arrows will direct from words to me ...

But, nevertheless, you are sensual. I'll give you some advice, this diss - a series of blows of sticks and caresses.

Your final track, like any other, will approach to the subject of the landfill in Volokolamsk