Текст песни Саша Сэнс Прохоров - Атака фотонов

Attacked by photons,
Crossed by fountains,
Screaming with Voronoy,
I crawl to where it’s quiet.
But I bow under the crowns
And go to me under the insidious
Attackedly salty
Masters in the mouth of the skeleton.
I'm always not where fun
Where they shoot, and a snowstorm.
Bullets overgrown with mold
I bury my mouth with my lips.
I'm going under a crescent.
Soon the corpse of the earth will warm up ..
Soon demons will become local.
They will equip us with coffins.
Entertaining physics,
Lace astronomy,
The liver stamps his head with a waltz,
Far still trouble ..
And in the soul - such a lowland ..
And in my head "Insomnia"
We got the sky equally.
The grandfather himself was motivated ..
And buttercups ooze from the hand,
And in the coffin they sang sparrows.
Oh, yes my tired Rus',
Take your stump!
The whiners are rumbling along the avenues,
Rus poured tambourines,
They are treated today,
Offer caffea ..
Dick you, damn pranks.
I'm in the tie. I don't want to.
In repeated breathing
Small, but understandable.
I will look into the eye of the core
Bend the torn spine ..
And I'll go for a new way,
Pre -light, post -quantity ..