Текст песни Саша Сэнс Прохоров - Реквием

The death of a dashing nurse in a quilted jacket
Invited me to eat gingerbread cookies
I persuaded to drink bitter
She left me with a dawn.
My fist beat her in the face greedy
My death crumbled with toads
She spread away
Yes, in the evening, the grandmothers of crying sing to me.

Fathers are sitting on a sleigh dolls
My world is scattered in letters
The priests crawl crayfish
The heaven is rotten with a varnish.
Houses are carried by the news of storks
Shares his face obliquely
Good words are pronounced
Sticking flies on tombstones.

Nails and count the money
Save me, Earth, carefully
For tits, sprinkle yellow grain
To sing about the love of the dead.
Do not go to me, you will weld the fault
I don't want to watch how you get old
Like brainless rooks in the fall
Laughs at your gray.

Rain from the homeland sniffs through the forests
Today, death is the stage of the
Visits me linden color
Settles over the graves with plates.
Someone sugar melts in the sky
Explains the trash smell
I became me and like
He groans quietly near the tombstone.