Гансэлло - На холодном углу
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On the cold corner

Transparent residents of someone else's hole,
The magical rules of any game,
The distant wind of underground flocks,
This is probably Lucy in the Sky,
Tight pulp, fluffy color,
Glass rustle, big answer,
Such the last one, so one,
Like an exhausted sound of broken windows ..
Good grass, great Jah,
Flight from the ninth floor,
The cheerful holiday of Plastafarai,
Another place is a thorny paradise ..
Sew your pockets, score the window,
Crush the shit with his foot
Grow together completely, lay down with a layer
And crawl out with a blind worm ..

Scheduled victim open beak
Expended efforts seedy anger
The turn behind the sun is on the cold corner,
I'll sit on wheels, you will sit on the needle

Exploring the doubt, rolling up the sleeve,
It is not easy for a soldier among violent herbs,
If he were sighted, I would be blind,
And if I were dead, he would be alive

So search my body with a knotted hand,
Conclude me in your paralysis peace
I am not fastened with a change of places,
The informer will not give out, the pig will not eat ..

In a sore spot and a steamed seam,
On an open wound and raw land,
From a native bed and to the last round,
From Kirsz grace, but to the underground ..

The planned victim outwitted gaze,
Lost Illusions belated aside,
The turn behind the sun is on the cold corner,
I'll sit on wheels - you will sit on the needle ..

Scheduled victim open beak
Expended efforts seedy anger
The turn behind the sun is on the cold corner,
I'll sit on the wheels, you will sit on the needle ..