вертушка газманова - жертва
текст песни

Was one of the last days of May,
The sun went into the sunset, warming warmly.
Children ran along the street playing.
I went on a date to you dear.
A bouquet of tea roses has a bouquet in his hand,
And he gave a smile to all passers -by
Old people plunging into the world of dreams
From her for a moment became younger.
I was more happy than ever
It seemed to me that everything was outlined for me.
Remembering your blue eyes
I flashed shops in the windows.
Behind one I turned into a lane
And I saw you in a blue dress.
You turned your head to me
And I realized that you are not Katya.

I took out a hammer from my pocket
You looked at him in fright
But before she screamed
Hit you with them frenzied.
You fell to the ground without sound.
I pounded in my face in the departure.
I splattered my hand with blood.
The hammer beat the beat with a heartbeat.

It was already darkened on the street.
The children ran home.
Roses were lying in a dead body,
And somewhere I wander around.
You were not Katya again.
You are already my fifth sacrifice.
But she could not be one of you
After all, she has been not alive for a long time.

But this is not so important
I will walk on the streets
And I believe that one day
We will be together again as before.
I will ever find you
After all, my real name is love.
I will ever find you
And we will find ourselves again with you.
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The poet and I fought off the blows of the judges.
Six on him, six on me. They wanted one to die.
Because of the bushes, kosh, bearded archer,
The poet’s poisoned arrow struck between the shoulder blades.
A dozen disappeared, I remember how Givi Paskua,
I shouted to me in the end: "You have a pussy.
Vertula. Hax baby will smash you in dry. "
But you guessed dick, Judge Huyuy.
I went to the poet. He doesn’t breathe, there is no pulse.
He threw the body on his horse and galloped to his grandfather.
At the same time, he broke off the arrow at the base.
Grandfather will help us. He is wise and has knowledge.
The old man was discovered by me at the entrance to my tower.
He nervously smoked a pipe, from which he so often coughed.
To the question "What is upset?" Through the mustache said:
"Vasya Ivanov, how he got me."
I showed him the poet, asked if there was a chance,
Somehow revive him? The old man squinted his eyes.
Pouring the ashes from the tube under his feet,
Replied that only the gods can help with this.
“There are two roads,” I heard a voice behind me
"At the end of one there will be Hades, at the end the other God is chronos.
Personally, I would better go to Aida.
There is less trouble with him, plus I am under his auspices. "
So Zinaida agreed to help me,
Dry gallop into the temple of all the dead. The day replaces the night.
On a narrow path, a raid was arranged on us
Some fuckers, Zina scattered all of them.
On each balaclava. She took one alive.
She himself escaped with a light knife wound.
Remove the mask from the participant in the raid
I look, I do not believe, this is none other than Gega.
Cut it off, we throw it on the second horse,
Having decided that in the morning he will be questioned by us.
Five more in a freshly dropped powder,
And here we are in the temple, along with horses and burden.
The god of the kingdom of the dead sits on the skeletal throne,
At his feet, a three -headed dog, snoring, sniffs and groans.
Hades tells us that he can resurrect the poet,
Only for this you need to sacrifice something.
“A runny nose tortured me,” he pronounces seriously.
Zina approaches Gega, cuts off his nose.
"Here is our victim." Hades smiled at the evil.
He said something, clapped his hands and the poet woke up.


I remember vaguely that I was not at all yet.
shut up a knife in his belt, Zina calm down
they all pay for the insult inflicted on me
sincerely and wildly hurt
Vasya Kosh you definitely shouldn't have a poison at me
Your blood flows down and drips from the ceiling on the walls
Vertula rotates you at the tip of the dick of the Lord Assistants