Текст песни Саша Джекпот - Noir York

This long-long train of the universal shadow
stretches without tired for me
In the form of a terrible creature, drove out of the cabinet
Or from somewhere from dreams.

In the codes, roofs, attics, dotmon
in the depths of a long shower
Fucking, looking for Fatum my lead Cold
Under the orchestra of hoarseness and stubs.

Red floor lit up dark black night
From whitish slippers. Creaking
Boards Steps Guest of My Apartment
Under the running bits. Killed.

Midnight remembers howl and screams, anger and nervousness -
Someone slowly went crazy.
Using the madness of the victim,
Like a corporate dessert Gourmet.

Pain I, like a wedge wedge, bounced and
rejoiced a mixture of tears and troubles,
Despite the reason for the killer-shadow
Again the bloody trail again.

Around the corner - murder, and massacre - behind the house,
And in the soul, the forecast is fragile snow.
Crumbs, harden, stretches the earth,
And she leaves under his feet.

The city sleeps calmly in a snowy cradle,
Dead city of red bricks
Introduces in the veins of the metro branches
V To revive nights.

Explosion explosion, breaking down, dreams are not dreams, and
I am not me, and this is not New York.
We will heal wounds, let it not any sense,
If the body is rotting from the inside.