Автоматические удовлетворители - Соловей
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And on the street it is rain again
And dull lights light
And in the soul of empty grievances, a nail
Behind the window of empty delusions

Genius Brying Gloves my brain
Tighten like a vampire
Distraught siren howls
Like a summons on someone else's feast.

I pray again an empty bottle I
My drunken brain endures light with effort
Find me a living nightingale!
I will cook lunch out of it!

There are only one stench in paradise
FIRA leaf I give you
With a wild cry, I fled to hell
But from there came to the trash again

I pray again an empty bottle I
My drunken brain with an effort tolerate
Find me a living nightingale!
I will cook lunch out of it!

Ryki, in the dark
All you will wake up for half
And not knowing that you are, where
And in a kind of hole fell again

I pray again an empty bottle-I
My drunken brain with an effort tolerate
Find me a living nightingale!
I will cook lunch out of it!