Текст песни Лжедмитрий IV - Твое последнее слово

(I)
You will disappear in front of your eyes. She doesn't need a braid,
So that the sudden death of life to punish.
She is hungry, eats pictures that cross stitch on the surface of the roadbed.
And when you let go of your child’s hand, gazing up to the gate,
Manage to stop and dig into his heart harder with words of love, until the water has flowed ...
Scary to see the world
Through the glass of irreversibility, when he feeds our children from the conveyor.
Some pushes from the windows, others are locked between the tentacles of fire, which are dancing in the smoky cinema in the dark.
Their screams rush to their mothers through the covering in flocks of farewell SMS from the soot of the trap.
Do not be silent. Moloch will be full of minutes of silence. Soon your child will be under it.
Above a fresh cemetery, a shower is the sobbing of a blind angel, he says, “this is not right!”.
With trembling hands leading over the hills of the graves, he studies our world like pages of a braille book.
- It is not right! Who wrote this?
And if the author does not agree, the decoding came to me! Such texts do not write at once, sheets should not be clogged, and should not be so small font.
When the country becomes one big memorial, I will climb a mountain of toys, photo frames and flowers.
And I will give something in handful to God, although I have no right, and, most likely, I will burn, because I am not so holy.
When the ship is scattered in the dust and you, going to the bottom, breathing water, no longer seems a threat to the storm.
And according to this, I will jump down, leaving our pain on His palm, which is sealed in the question "for what?"

// My last word is & quot; Forgive & quot;
What evil has taken you, my son?
Who shut up his hand
For ages your eyes? //

(Ii)
“The phoenix is ​​burning under the window. Soon the sky will entice wing. You laugh when glad. You burn when hell.
Yes, you will rise in faith, you will not get tired of glory. You will burn to the ground, but you will rise. ”
But what have Kemerovo, Tanya?
After a terrible disaster, you post the song & quot; Phoenix & quot; and cover with Kemerovo.
They say "condolent to the families of the victims, crying, I pray with all of you for you".
But the track is a representative, your mourning is not revealed there in any way, but it is disgusting for you with a hyip.
So you're looking at the & quot; Winter Cherry & quot; not like a man, but a worm - a parasite.
But I understand you. You are old You were at the peak, but now you have moved to another chair.
You are ideologically rotten vegetable, climbing in every barrel, but nowhere according to GOST.
Peter Parker was bitten by a spider, took from him the strength and dexterity at once the guy.
You still can’t retire - apparently Nazarbayev bit you.
You fell small MC one by one. But blame you century is not given.
After all, you lost a chuyku, and one of them threw up you - this is the effect of "domino".
Then Karabin failed to prove that he was heterosexual, and the NKVD bent you. (Group)
And here you came in the hope of at least something to snatch, but perish like a trace on the water.
“The wind is easy,” “Sasha Jay is Sasha Gray,” “Jumba is white as chalk.”
I am afraid to think how sharp this psycho will send out of the words of an arrow to me ...
But still, you are sensual. I will give you advice, this diss - a series of blows of sticks and caress.
Your final track, like any other, will approach the topic of a dump in Volokolamsk