ones - Прерванный полет
текст песни

Each flight of triumphal, but everything will sink like an arch, and how much do not croak,
Under us Tartar, in Arkham, with the hope of an ankh cross
All the veil, that neither Black is the Vant, and with anyone, then Kant then Sartre
In fact
a herd that reaches for the light as if to the Reichstag

For decades, thousands of leagues will change,
Always in the center,
I baked that very
Where do you rush with a rope and soap, leaving your house at the bottom
blindly believing in success, beat on a bit and risking to break
Left in a dead loop
Everything is so ridiculous
Even take and take off
In a pun - new series of cool peaks

Legends and myths about eternal life burn out a glass behind a glass
I burn myself from the inside, everything is not like in the drawings on the rocks,
Someone in the head of cockroaches, harmless creatures, my skull from the inside is covered with burning,
There are not worms, bitch, there people burn their minds with napalm
And it looks like this is not enough

I pour more and more, and knowing that alcohol is a roser - I'm drunk in chlashmin,
Come to me pour your soul with gasoline, and give me a light, all in the air - empty words,
This is self -immolation, without metamorphoses, descending from heaven, burned to the body
But the recovery of ash from the ash scattered around the city by the north wind

I burn my wings - it is not easy without them
But I'm without shackles, I am already high,
I burn my wings
A feather behind a pen
I burn my wings, I am without shackles already high
But
I say goodbye to the last flight
Bright fire
A feather behind a pen

Got up and fell again, call Morning Star
My paradise is underground, but came to the sinful smell
Tearing wings to the roots, someone rest but like a top dressing,
The rebellious descendant who left the house, but the hell is prepared for me,
So far, omissions and disputes, for the local throne
On the laws of the Creator, there are heavenly wars

Everyone has their own truth, and any sharpening, knife to the throat
And that the impeachment is not a comment, Codl naudir
I give you sins by installments and warm the boilers
We will discuss what Yarik has achieved? Sorting humor
This is a small tail - not a genotype, Tinky always put horns,
Ward, Yankees, satire

Disgusting damn, without jokes, you are sure of your mother as the first pancake lump
The protein that originated you consisted of plasma, prostate secretions, acid-amine
I am an exile, I
He collapsed from heaven that would have to be performed on such, playing without a framework and rules
Taking yourself what you love so much
Lighted archangel