Зона поражения - Сталкер
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Little time - a couple of hours
Stalker leaves the house
it's hard to go through the first steps of the first steps
the farther - the easier it is to be weightless
meet your death every morning
press her hand, ask for a cigarette
Tear the sleeves on the barbed network
Drive the darkness with electric light ...
Dead fisherman collects at the feet
Empty tin from canned fish
It's time to step by fifteen steps
Complete the first to turn around and shoot!
There is little time, a couple of hours
the alarm clock bursts with its mourning trill
What you took for love yesterday,
It turned out to be a hangover this morning

Live your whole life in a few hours
When your house is behind a minefield
tap
For the ring - and to the will!
To free rein! To free rein! To free rein!
to the wild, to the will ...

Anyone who knows how to, let him be a saint,
but so that honestly, not putting in quotes
After all, at night for a stalker, fear of darkness
worse than any most bad habit
minefield, whisper, route,
it is terrible to fall, but you still need to go
It's not enough time - a couple of minutes
The fighter did not notice the loss of the detachment!
Raise the collar, fasten the hood
shielding shoes, smear blood
what seemed to shit yesterday,
It turned out to be love this morning ...
There is little time - a couple of hours,
Stalker leaves the house
it's hard to go through a couple of first steps
the farther - the easier it is to be weightless

Live your whole life in a few hours
When your house is behind a minefield
tap
For the ring - and to the will!
To free rein! To free rein! To free rein!
to the wild, to the will ...