Мастер Теребоний - Механизмы радости - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Slow dance, melody is my dear poison, and I want to be happy, but Nosferata wants blood with the heat of the heat of a snowdrift of dust.

All these mechanisms are ticking in silence, in the new century they take away the face of the count into a stupid sound, vampires for an hour are leaving in the chest of the stake.

I will wake up from a pin in the form of a cross, but without crippling our property, the burial grounds no longer have power.

But the rest of the intelligence as a body of the case and everything runs from days as in a centrifuge unit of sleep from fiasco breathing.

And the teeth stains to the seizure of the coil where there is a light fragrance, the luminescence shell is similar to love behavior.

The cells are drowning with the presentation, which is carried out to the pendulum of the hour, and no matter how bad I hastily cut off the heads of the head.

Eternal, Milky Poetics of Dreams.