эхопрокуренныхсараев - ты живой труп - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The rain flows like fuel oil, crocodile inecrations of the skin about the old man’s tourniquet, in the old basement. There are no miracles except violence. The monitor hits the eye socket, as if in a dungeon, isolation

It becomes kept, from the exposure of the spine to deformation of the chest, minor whores on the panel, and circles of hell pass. The joy of this world,

Like dances and dances in the house of the disabled, memories in the head stirred, psychosocial adaptation to

Reality, the conditions of existence are worse than death. In the bank, bills were counted, Vladimir Vladimirovich promise. The frenzied old people in front of the screen, already dried up in the web. In this routine

Children after Spice do not stop there. From a muddy body, nnogs blacken. The homeless lifts the cigarette butt from the ground, like the authorities of the rash from the knees. Rotting trees, glow from radiation,

On the side of social reality. The worshiping is the globe of the prevailing anti -utopias, from the plane of stopium, and cut hands, I would like to get rid of self -immolation.

Dirt and puddles are already out of their feet, and everything is on the verge. In the hand of the needle. The source code has a mistake without which the city would not know evil. The person is shot, because if not in demand.

The authorities will trample you if you do not give up your loud words. In the world of horror of illusions and nightmares. Every second basement is a circle of anonymous Ukrainians. At the entrance to the crosses,

Money scattered into a box, an Orthodox priest. Church is a kata combination of religions. The wrong side of the system made you a slave, and gave a residence permit to your body to your body. you are not even a person but a living corpse