Ардженто - Холодная дрожь липких рук
текст песни

Cold trembling of sticky hands

Hard childhood, cold, poverty
School offenders, behind a dream
To quickly break out of the abyss, fly to America
The broken lip gave rise only to hysteria

Not like everyone else, stood out wildly
In the eyes of the Society of Outgoing
Prayer erased the pain with Lika
Peace did not advance, until grief settled in the life of others

A lot has been cut out in the continuation of the story before the dark side
I drank light and the time came
The spouse's trembling leg stepped on the cornice
Blackmail to kill children forced to jump down

The skull split into two parts like a pistachio
The sixteen -story building was silently indifferent
Face on two parts, frantic knock of the heart
The ambulance with a creak opened her doors

Doctors above the body, in a torn mouth oxygen
For the rest of her life, she is now a freak
And the husband could not keep his promises
And he gave his wife still heels of suffering

Lonely sadness torn his chest
The son cried in the bath, cleansing the path of anger
Father hit a five -year -old child with his hand
The cheekbone is broken, the fragment broke the eye film

Chorus:

Trembling in ankles like aspen leaves
How rain on the ground flowing saliva dogs
Grosh - price without gold icon
The knife draws the death of his father on the balcony

The flame of the insults that was not forgotten
Cloud of reason, disabled child
The cursed liner with a torture camera instead
For children, only a shelter is open

Pain and suffering, humiliation, ridicule
Great clothes, not in size Czech
Without maternal affection, devoid of abundance
A personality was formed in conditions of violence

Doctors stated the symptoms of dementia
The eye looked around, keeping madness
Doused with gasoline while the teacher was asleep
In the newspapers the headlines "Capital Field"

Adulthood, picnic in the forest
Made with a whip, the corpse is abandoned on the pine
In one -eyed head, revenge rode lump
I burned the dad’s apartment, but was mistaken in the house

The memory of a mother under a dropper stuck
Death clicked her finger, pulled into a dance
He saw his mother in fire, he saw toys
At dawn I went to the basement to sleep on the cot

Injured memory forgot the address of her home
His life is like a lethargic coma
The knitting needles in the cheeks interfere with smiling
Burns all apartments with number thirteen.

Chorus:

Trembling in ankles like aspen leaves
How rain on the ground flowing saliva dogs
Grosh - price without gold icon
The knife draws the death of the father on the balcony.