Рэм Дигга - Судороги
текст песни

There are alleys with roses here
They stretch through the center, colored snakes thick
But the slanting vector is invited to the wilderness
Where individuals are growing, children get sick with doses

If this is abnormal fanaticism
If I am the basement romanticism
Why in those wilds of the terrible I do not mentally sagging hitherto
But everyone asks me down and put in a fucker cannabis

Discover me a secret, how to be in the wretches with yourself
I don't believe in the world in the world, he is clogged in his eyes
Mine I go to the floor roots
I tremble, from here soil cancer, I feel the engine changing the move

The engine changes the course. Barrow of layers, everything is erasing everything here
Time of fried bridges, absurd
It's like a cannibal seed pijon drops into the mouth

You can say my poem praises evil
I went to feelings and came again, I know love in the face
But the womb of the city called me, I saw worms there, bastards inside
And I am deprived of paradise again, deprived of everything

Someone gave birth to sin, this killed everyone
I went to yourself, not drift and see the light
After all, they are so low here, our entire life lup
Our thoughts in everyday life lead us all from outside

Life in a marked quagmire
Look at your traffic light, man
A child of a living bosom, here is a dry sorted machine
Flapped in the lowlands, a varnished boot is drowning

Son was born of the fallen apple of the garden
The cocoon is forever poisoned and let it be baptized even
The son is embedded in the soot, or the son from the tribes of important
Kleimen also, sin crushes the severity on the shoulder

Zebra from strips calendar
Someone is drawing in black.
But everyone understands, they can’t dump them into paradise
There is a feeling that the evil Scylla and Haribda awaiting there

Monotonous knock of the organ
Each new impetus is life itself, the essence - here it is
After all, in addition to the struggle against chameleons, the doe
I am sprayed by millions of knowledge, believe me

Look for me in the bowels at the depths
Poet and ordinary stink, where there is simply no light
Once my calendar is getting out and suddenly darkness comes
It is then that he will probably blind me at the late moment

While we cook in the boiler, our signal is leaving
Apparently the good of the land is not for us
But someone will say: "No", Agnostik asks: "Water"
What is there in the gardens, the whole point wanders not there

Whose voice counted then?
You tell me and give an answer you will not be able to troll the devil here
And without fingers on those who under the covers in humility
And the eyes of strong sees will insert a member soon in the mouth for the nal

So little speech weigh, things weigh little
Wandering of minds and more careless, look
We all live blind, sons of unrest, abundance
If you saw God, show the traces and take