риталити - хоспис - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

. Titals. - hospice

The gloomy sadness is sewn in the mouth of Pierrot and it cuts a black flag above the ship, which was embraced by fire

I am him, I eat everything that you left behind the bohemian abstract, not in the field of view

The world has become ugly and rich in new diseases, it will be better to hang it, because it will be much more useful

And so only old age with poverty and death not in warm dreams will come to you

And the death is painful, under the skin with blades with glass fragments will climb

Hospice is far from vacation in the meadow in early May, we are steeping the wrong pendulums

Sharks behind the side shouted from the mast, teach the mate a part of the whore, while there is still an hour for happiness

Well, then they will break you like a toy, then finally the darkness fell into my eyes

And nurses will not wake up, as if from Nuar, everything is slowly floating away somewhere

Something dear to you will cut you your worldview, be more careful with these verses

Strive to know the degree of alarms, your dreams do not smolder, they flow due to laziness

The watchman of your soul has a crisis today, got drunk, and did not fit into the bit

Actresses of horror will not want to go to your bis now and fuck

The entire limit for life has long been exhausted, it looms somewhere in the distance the clamp that it will stop blood

And again get up tomorrow, and again write notes to God, usually telling how everything is wretched

Harmony is lost, nature howls and cry angels, all this is a shortage of attention

let's play hide and seek with tram wheels, or stay all the same on recharge

Smiles are not identified, I'm late for the train that will take away from here

Work and for no reason that came here, we are still on this ship damned by the gods

And I would like where the day ends with the depth of the pond

According to times, all points are in the graphics, or paskudes in the pads

Well, okay, she will cut something on the skin after "Santia"

The new world is not visible when you breathe dusting the railing on the edge

And the expectation of the end is not a sanatorium in early summer

Take a look, your years burned, only emptiness and locked doors

There are two coins, well, how did the haron go