Время альбиносов - Ручных гранат ручная кладь
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I will live. You will wait
Hand grenade. Hand luggage
From wild places where wild honey
Dangerous bees, dangerous. Surface
You are stugging trousers, he will be able to give
You and bread. And you are that honey

You smear, horror. Death on the fingers
And the rings of those who longed to live
And those grenades who killed ... henceforth
I will be wise, and collapse
The former - no. There are no past
There are only you as a ritual
There is only me as a cult
There are only dreams like an ideal

I will live. You will reap
From the body of heat, weaving to become
Trying to become not new again
Spitting on everything, take it all
And shave, and take, and shave, yell
That blood splashes. And you are that blood

You smear, horror. Death on the fingers
And the rings of those who longed to live
And those grenades who killed ... henceforth
I will be wise, and collapse
The former - no. There are no past
There are only you as a ritual
There is only me as a cult
There are only dreams like an ideal

You smear, horror. Death on the fingers
On the rings of those who longed to live
And those grenades who killed ... henceforth
I will be wise, and collapse
The former - no. There are no past
There are only you as a ritual
There is only me as a cult
There are only dreams like an ideal

You smear, horror. Death on the fingers
And the rings of those who longed to live
And those grenades who killed ... henceforth
I will be wise, and collapse
The former - no. There are no past
There are only you as a ritual
There is only me as a cult
There are only dreams like an ideal
The former - no. There are no past
There are only you as a ritual
There is only me as a cult
There are only dreams like an ideal