BLANK - Имя мне - Господь Гнев - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In dust and in soot .. waking on the floor I try to get up,

Tightening about the constructed window sill, and now only melted, burned, unrecognizable creature ..

My hut is only semi-chicken, semipers,

Planet Skhavala Bazooka, like a fist alprings geypril ..

Outside the window, the sun breaks through the dull beam through the gray-blue fog, here the kerosene of the mute.

He could not survive such angle, angelic civilization, he would not take (JOU) for the walkie-talkie, no rotation, there is a turn on currents, dreaming about the dropper ..

In the mouth taste of metal .. air is saturated with smoke and humidity,

And about my epidermis clogs a hot cold ..

Thoughts of pessimist came true: our, one day green, stained from the face of the earth ..

I see acres deserts covered with ash ..

Some fields and nuclear ruins ..

No dogs, birds, horses,

No hours, persons, calendars ..

This is not a dream, not a business - for challenging,

After all, it was missing that evil,

Where else are you angry when there is no evil? ..

Once dusty and in the web. The red button has now cohabit the fingers of the godless, heartless nicky,

Blaming nuclear mushrooms ..

Bunkers are clogged with sleek, cowardly, arrogant egoists,

Who went inside, pushing everyone around,

And our dear, harmless children went with them,

Left there just dead mothers ..

Wondering, lost, burned perfume whine

And spend in the darkness, in darkness, in gloomy ..

We are on the bottom, as if we were picked up ..

I want to pray, but if there is someone to pray,

Then you let me wash into the water ..

Give me a reason not to be angry,

Give me my city where I lived without my father,

Give me back my tires, my needles,

Let me see a blue

Let me know that you are not capable of it - it dreams of me,

Give me strength, so that it is not to get in and so as not to sleep, because I do not sleep - I will not sleep ..

Good evening, I - Cyborg, is Tiger McMaster,

With good peace, eternal morgue, deprived city power,

Maybe I am crossed, deprived of the limbs,

But they still perceive me as a master.

After all, under my window, I call me servants of anger,

And I am ready for every way: bitch, where are you?!

Strange, they ask to find the Lord Angel,

Draw his face on all created walls

Temples. His pseudonym "Luft Filkouthene",

I will hunt him, as for MSMSK-OM RAM

As behind the Trica, Slimez, Kimim and Mouse,

As for [Datempo] BES, Misha Hai, Adamant.

Misha Hai, where is your banging authority?

Lord Angel is the highest priority.

Lord Angel, sort of: Church, Bes, Slims, Misha, no others,

The remaining former committee does not breathe immunity.

Purpose of the trip: Find the finalist, the culprit of the disaster,

Hahatt, was a scientist, created and detonated these bombs,

But for me, these tanners are just on the sample,

They are no problem, listen to my antique staf,

Make a turn back - antistroe.

Around me 51 servants of anger, 49 Christians,

But after the death of Halta there will be a place and us.

On the way, I met quite a few fabulous characters,

Starting with Canada, to Riga, Kazakhstan, China, to Rashi.

Dimon Gajez, Miha-Z, Hai, Sifo and Mr. Heid,

Tanir, Alphabet, Link, Kaval and Allthesame - All Hood Bai.

As a result, you have to write the image of the future loser,

Lord Angel is a demon, Slimez, Hai - you have a blow to the stomach.

Do not hold the evil, and we will sit down at the table to the Pier,

It depends on how the last two seasons were like a post-old world.

Our world was not killed by God, but a guy human nature,

After all, look at my actions in the last two years ...