КорЪ x Promy - Тевтонский Дьявол
текст песни

There is no way back.
Why should I start my verse,
From the description of the spaciousness and landscape
Or can tell about yourself
What was the bins there hidden

I'll tell you about rivers and streams
And about the stars that in the night the sky is covered
They say that it makes no sense in these lines
Like the truths in the vows of the prophet

I turn to the sky my eyes I hear a whisper
We are abandoned here in the night in the middle of the swamp
He whispers to me about those bright stars
That they shine as if the Aurora is crying

But my inner Kharon knows a lot about
How quickly it sink to the bottom
Where only stones, fragments are visible
A child drowned dreams, irrevocably drowning years
The one who is no longer a child

I do not believe your Olympus, what a fuck
I don't believe in your Eden without losing
Than to run after your Sirius in the sky
I'll go where the polar star

Where God was anathematized
In the void with a worn creation
Having trampled in the fire as if gamen
Pay a miserable quitter of the poor

There is no limit to the dream let it light
Where the end is, there is a beginning to me
I will not wander, they told me
Your destiny is the Smerd bread, albeit so

I'm not the point, if there are rifs bloody and cliffs
If there are sulfur with water oceans
And the river there does not pour streams
In my cheap mythical paradise

No, bitch, I fucked your father's opinion
Like Zeus on the throne, and I'm still a kid
Olympus - Apogee, there are bosses of creeps hard
But give a fire, give me warmth for the game

Today I am without a face
And let them be, but I will drive to the end
I'm not afraid of the sky, if in the end I'm Ikar
Then he turned a bit of the sun to give it to you

Not sore, not ske, not sag, we will break through
Dance, Dance, Dance, this day will not return
Dance, sing, read, write,
I am your fan and shout to you bravo, bravo, bravo
Call me Loki, I am your personal Teutonic Devil

He said that my Peron was empty, there are no trains there
But my pen is on ink, it smells warmly paraffin
as in those black and white films, mims do not pass by
Grisil - Azrail, the Lord told me so
I never spared about anything
Eve's smell - bluff
My Lord anger, at the limit of the nerve
And the butterflies are nearby nearby,
Their trap is my chapter

You said my pier is empty, there are no ships there
Basta, I'm not tired while blood is on the lips
My demons whine from thirst, and today I am
Another gray winter evening
I have no rest in the whores
This storm of halt my sky covers
But my sail is careless
Know, our success is ensured

Where is my drop? Where is my enemy?
Antherler, which will bring the most wild impact
In my lines, I would create something new
light your lanterns on Vyazov Street
After all, I shit at Olympus, the conjuncture was mired
In dust, my world is a picture
I hold pierced eggs in my hands
And they begin to bloom
It would be better for me to let them go

Mercy, you became a flame in my eyes
Told me that I could not admit for a long time
He fled, searched, the admission of her retinue longing for her, was not opposed
Suspend yourself for a stone in the flesh,

Where to run, why scream,
I fought where it was easier to keep silent
On secular balls from anger trembled
Did not fit as in adam

Broke his face, mired in a lie
Chains that they tried to put on me
Now I rebelled, I'm not Fenrir
although the concept has long defined the concept

I will look, I will suffer
I will not be able to predict my wild fatum
Game around, there is no final
She is now no more than a cooled trace