Текст песни Петля мёртвых - Уже нет

When the bas-reliefs of consciousness
Will show orange light
Wingless black bastard
I will write out a black ticket
My time is fleeting
Others do not like the plot
When you crawl to the last features
Look around ... I'm gone

Let a little time
Me wooden jacket
Another nasty, slippery word
From the opera world is the enemy
When will the doors open
And sink into oblivion my delirium
You will remember that I did not say much
But late, brother ... I am gone

When I land in diamonds
Shift to "Sky in the Rye"
Many will rummage with sarcasm
In my soul maze
Throwing stones from the past
Where the light ends
Do not be afraid, baby, and remember:
The fact that I am no longer!