Рыночные Отношения - свободен от грехов - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Closed shutters, windows, doors

In the soul of the stuffs of animals

People are experiencing sounds trying to find their place in life

Busty, but do not even find thoughts

It's scary, funny, funny, sad, bitch, feelings fucking

Where are they? Where are they? Fresh, old, forgotten, impregnated, impregnated with poison, a stranger look.

The beginning is half of all

Somewhere far hidden under dust

Time takes everything

Long row is ready, is able to change the name?

In the name of all the close, there is no more correct sign of an evil device of eternity than the system forming our individuals, because you hear only what you understand, and I see how you oppress yourself.

Pig, paintings drawn, eyes viewed.

Stop, look back into the past

My words are created in night fire

Only twilight twilight in your window.

On the wall and on me

In the wind, all vectors, sectors of happiness, love and passion separated by the SPECTOR.

In the future, we will meet those with whom it was distributed in those years

Fear not old age, but the fact that youth leaves forever

Justa is something like suns

Most likely surplus gray

On any, even at the highest throne, sitting just an ass and no more

From loneliness does not save any faith