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Foam in the ground meat - to the dogs!
G D
Younger goats will devour it.
On the forest unarmed
There will always be brave - to make war!
Braves yesterday felled forest
Today, they make money.
But it is important that the horse does?
D Am
The main thing that it was in charge.

B D E Am
Under an orange sun - gray ice.
At the table sits a dog in a kennel - cat.
There, on the road to nowhere out of nothing,
B E
I go. I am nobody. I go. I am nobody.

At the crossroads, Intermedia roads.
We somknite their heads.
On all four sides
Will spread our voice on the world evil tidings!
Iron bolts
Spun fools your heart, your ticket.
Leaving the train on the platform is worth it
And threatens me with his scythe in the trail.

Under an orange sun - gray ice.
At the table sits a dog in a kennel - cat.
There, on the road to nowhere out of nothing,
I go. I am nobody. I go. I am nobody.

Collect snow in his hands tomorrow,
Insert the needle into the doll, roll into a circle.
In the morning the girl will erase line in the sand,
And start flashing hands.
The crowd will feed you with warmth,
Silver lies in your hands and on your head.
Seller zavernet your word,
Fire will fall asleep in the heat, the rust will eat string ...

Under an orange sun - gray ice.
At the table sits a dog in a kennel - cat.
There, on the road to nowhere out of nothing,
I go. I am nobody. I go. I am nobody.