абуя ко - cut
текст песни

lines do not derive this pattern
what is fraught with the truth
Long in Vilna Mountains
lowered curtains of my store
They crawl in the courtyards of Mia
I have so little publicity from the outside
Amen
Fight me with needles
Pushing into the skin to meat
to the first blood
Been
or I myself if you teach me
Courageous with your fingers will wean animals
parapets by fly monotony
knocking down the rhythm and conditionally by ear
barely perceptibly taste the void of the refrigerator
appetizing drink beer to look at the lines
that hut in the corner of the room
Inarticulate
consume formaldehyde