Заповедник средней полосы - Запретный лес - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The roofs burn with light rows of the flame dancing with the houses of the circuit breeding channels, it is another dry floor in the flaming heart of the steel golem

Each step is worse

Rage boilers and couple burns

Eyes poured on scarce

Movements are not friends with the motor center, and this is not a hot summer, do not wait for the finals in this checkout

Patience at interest, nerves in cement, I am nine lead grams in machine-gun tape, I am a pair of letters fucking in the questionnaire

Crushed the seal of national honor.

Twisted and dried, coat and grown according to the customs

Other people's merits and moved flies

Message encrypted with knocks with loud sounds hidden under the centuries, in thick walls in blue veins, banal topics and long shifts

Sleepless nights to me something prophesy, on purpose

Comprehension of smeared lines

As long as the point will not be placed

I tambourine and bass de-energize

I will read old letters and move them back to the mail

Behind bright plywood modern

discourse is hidden taste quite familiar spiritual beggar

Pretending and predation I am in anticipation of vulgar feast

I will release a demon in underwear

He kindly to open the door

Cocking Puatin de Bordel de Merde!