Текст песни Пляски Мага - Зубы

Teeth

I My minutes run out
And splashing in a dirty puddle,
Barefooted completely with their feet,
On a snow-white box ...
Crooked teeth with a root,
In a dream, hysterically crumpled.
Perhaps, you will save someone,
Yes, the red cotton oozes ...

Pr-in: My death will advise me, silently,
Just look and see.
Believe in what you can not stand,
To love or hate.

II On old, rotten mattresses,
What smell of dust and vomit,
I will lie sighing,
I will beg someone ...
From the roof where to go,
Up to gray hair with temples,
Trapped in the dust by the road,
March snows.