ПивЧа - Пираты Карибского моря
текст песни

Neckless sea, dying gods, no more,
Thirst without measure of Morit, and storms are invisible grief.
The story should not be repeated twice,
Even no step on this barge fallen.
Time the truth will show, while in baggage
Years of experience, souls of the fallen, boarding, and sea landscape.
Flaska. Lady in Pockets, Understand
Pogging for mani lubricates, again, Brank and panic.
Wanderer wounded earlier, came out of the coma,
Naked in the brisk rods, fear of losing his head.
And hunger ... again does not give to sleep,
execute for the treasury by the days of bitch - and there is a vessel ...
have a bag with a book of prose bare in bed
Just asked answers to questions, throw - Late ...
The voice of the sailor "Island" once led to false
Purpose right Pocus, Pier, Sad Music - Garbage ...
Behind the cargo from the side, the desired many years, was
Young, sold by the city by banknote, cold waters, in the sweat of the bottom ...
Then it would be bluntfully tons
green buds, then he is dollar, let it be drown
in room room, soot and sacks of money, non-copy garden from the balcony
, Iconaaaaa, and the years have been calusing proudly,
He came to myself ... That's the place on the map,
Fart is his mother, brothers, dig Platinum for Mothers ...
A minute later, a cry on the lips, the pier searched
This years mentally, on old sheets,
Chance One of the hundred, ophtzdal, Pustust,
Dutch at the temple, tired, descent, body in the sands ...