ВОРОН КУТХА - Достал
текст песни

Flew into the window photo cards
Burned notebooks of the book torn
Before the war, the treasury is guilty that to the light bulb
The city confused the city great

From offends familiar in rank
From the canvas of the rationality of architecture
The distance is growing tirelessly
Parting loneliness

On the road of that swamp and ravines
On the way that is all undead yes
Smoothly went out on clean paper
And woke up around lies and crown

Throw the bridge
On a gentle shore
On the edge of the cliff
Get tired
Do not hold, quit
Ekiya loss
He left himself
He got himself

From cold phrases from extinct eyes
From dumb paintings from deaf windows
Through quarantine, weakness bile and dirt
Go laughing, leave alone

The stars moved off the places of light
Change of turnouts of password betting
The smoke of the fatherland flew into the pipe
Putting a cross on an arrest warrant

On the road of that nettles of the Chernobyl
On the road of that turnip and swan
At night, felts of wolves, and toly the devils howl-wil
Pure trouble besieged the soul

Throw the bridge
On a gentle shore
On the edge of the cliff
Get tired
Do not hold, quit
Ekiya loss
He left himself
He got himself

On the way that is circled, they sing drunks
The winds buried the sun in the clouds
Old forgotten wounds opened
I rolled a long longing for my throat