Адаптация - Феодализм Live in Бишкек 10.02.2002
текст песни

Stone down, boiling water on the crown
Feudalism as a sign of time
Noise of cars, sounds of new music
The cold crawls, eating alive
Dreams that not everything is poisoned
Drink to the bottom the bowl of bitter alphabet
Collecting words on bones
Let the poems repeat the flame
It all ends with a multi -plate
Where we are not, everything has long been stolen
Forever
The wind sings in a stabbed house
A song that there is no other way and end

The crop turned into hunger
Children's snow broke off laughter
I did not know what was paid for everything
And he gave the bread to be disadvantaged
Gaining rotten experience
Distinguish by colors and smells
Find out by the tracks, by hair
Either the beast, or the decoration
In the cold it is worth grimacing
Curls faces to blind hunters
Until the morning they will have fun
Buddy circus, fogged bus
And sleepy zombies with columns rod to nowhere

Dull light of single bulbs
In the corridors of state security
Let shit on the air
They all missed publicity
Rock and roll-this is also money
Melting snow in mid -autumn
I wanted to overeat mold
The kids catch a buzz from the "Prodiga"
I woke up in a deep mess
Without a face, without sins, without memory
Forever+
The wind sings in a stabbed house
A song that there is no other way and end
Stone down, boiling water on the crown
Feudalism as a sign of time
Noise of cars, sounds of new music
The cold crawls, eating alive