Yago - Принцип девятого вала - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Oil Painting, crumpled each day looking at his eyes.

Where the guillotine, hateful cuts, starting askew.

-Izyaviv principle of "ham", our youngsters is postelet.

In the paint, we are not to blame, Kolovrat (believers in the natural "KapSdets") on sending.

On a bitch, Just do it (Just do it), jazz bars rams, Basho philosophy. (Rejection of accepted ethics)

Scaffold scares idle, pull on his bag. (Scaffold is life, it frightens people with no sense of existence, where it is easier to wearing a bag on his head)

Shah Mat, life for the sake of bread and circuses

Che in the flood? At noon, just stopped believing.

Further, dust and soot in the forehead comes the moon. (Moon cause of floods and tides in the ocean,)

"Lamp" tooth-baring land mandrazhiruy whining.

Hopeless at the bottom of the blind, the sins of the fathers.

Gonocyte batyu justified, fits of paranoia without foundations, (Do not turn to God, you yourself brought himself to the end)

Fate stole catches at least vaguely

Little spirit will carry on the chopping block, pestilence, kalatuha

Our schooner trouble all over the side, the scene fades out

In the chains darkness hvilina, our salvation. (Pease ** p nearby, but we do it on occasion and keep)

Standing before oblivion, stupid pride on his face

Tunnel know fyuche only imagination (What future developments that are now invalid, the real only a few see the big picture)

Such dvizhuha on the ark would be the domino principle (As a result, we are self-ruin)

What disasters breed billions worldview punch,

Plombirnye quotes, Tsiolkovsky, the universe of its own. (Ziolkowski to the E, we assumed that, with today's development will populate the universe, but quite the opposite we destroy our planet)

And the herd nodded in a poke "a single gram of" St.

Self-awareness, unceremoniously, and the ins and outs of the window (the inner world srl FSUs ** chen everything in it there is no truth)

Excuse ointment wrestlers crown you too tight? (Sarcasm imaginary fighters pseudo ideals)

All the amusement, landmark, century, broken bridges. (And then the banner that carries people from age to age, devastation and ways to keep people in line.)

Everyone at the station, a monastery, hanygi, cherub is not waiting for the retreat.

Belongings, Internet, iPhone in a purple tone, to the snare.

Yes nodules and candles, the repose of the soul, is not eternal man,

Literally, a hole dug under him, scribbled a great story ...

Themselves lost on the road

Our evening came to an end, the priest, praise, khodinskiy goy.

So much for the encore, my beads simple crumbs methane postiloy.

Wait, hell, if not understand, this is your first step.

My postulate is read, which means truth in their hands.