Ветл Удалых - В стране приходов п.у Барбитурный - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

[Lights removed] There is always a MAZ to drive up quickly among the recipes and in Vienna the shots foggy edge, but the bottom here is clean in the country of parish perpetual dawn to the native mother, who's a terrible death yes I have heard all thousands of times and who took out that cross for Us, what hangs and pulls the earth? In a pure field, plowed by the bones, the native country, like a pussy, stretched the folk servants with cancer put my capitalism - the lack of rotten link, as a rule, the extremely justified fear of you will drast the rank of cages, sending to the astral, and those who remained with the Iron windows a smile toothless minutes crawled, but there are neither the sorts in their eye and in someone else's solid seams are seen, but you are inconvenient to treat you. You are uncomfortable for everyday life. You have a common gandon in muddy water in the country of whine parishes sails the steamer on the carrier veins, the arteries, outside the brain, Where is life and death - just light stripes Eternal dawn [barbituric] in the country of parishes go to the trico prices grow, they are not growing in a joke in the fool of the body, they are riveted to the beds of my soul, understand, sing until you can sing until it turns the knife Their entrances to bring the spoons to the fire for the day of God. The system will be squeezed you as shit will be squeezed by yeast. You need a ignition. Vasya, grow careful on my life, or will be each subjected to sold as a brooch of the veins do not touch, do not rode