Текст песни Funny Fella - Смерть в кредит

Read Louis Ferdinand Selina Again
I hate the skin among Bedouin bands
Again wanderings forgive me I must leave
But education promises to be herd favorite

The sky with a shot will seem to us
And the life that I dragged by quality
Not richer than sleep, but still honest
My position will not allow to be fruitful
That mold that people inside is sitting in the depths
But I can’t find my place among them.
What brides do not relationship with the world cracked
The position of the mind is not disastrously a necklace from heaven to me
But in the nodule narrowing - from childhood I
Hope life this test version
Masks - models infuriates your festival
And only flying into the unknown
Hope to meet you in blue
Leaving cross and pain on earth

How did I get here?
I was cast in space in the past tried
find a strong point
understand what path they are going
You are all dissatisfied with each other, hold your nose to the wind,
But the stench here is like a corpulent corpse near the drainpipes

Fragments from self-digging,
Showdown conflicts copulated
With squabbles screams in fights battles
In the spring we are forgotten in the pissing companies

And in the summer chill and apathy
Fasting, nutritious
Not enough substances
These places of inhabitants
Would be in a close aquarium
Where is life all between bars
And I travel to the edge
And gently as a dream tends
Where is the snowy hills
The windowed world from the windows
And not bastards and slush
Prejudice i am all in the face of rude
Their holiness is five hundred censer.
What sowed inside? salt of the earth?
Scattered dust and sand alone

A message has arrived in the mail
They don’t need me to work
It drills the verdict
Announcing death on credit
I turned my lifestyle into a punk
Earned pancreatitis
Previously sailed in these latitudes as a manatee
And the Latin was shorting the click of the clack into the flames of divas.
But became so careless
Even snow keeps darkness locked up
 
And, alas, eliminate laughter
Above, come, foreordained
Turning us into a sieve
What is the vitality?
Til dawn licks windows
Scarecrow thread picks up speed
My days were carried to the abyss
And somewhere to the north
Stars light scattered
Drown in their glory
But how each of their ray breaks on the ground

Smoke will hit all lungs again.
And as if the parasite is infused you
Into the universe, where all the lonely
In the gray days like gray wolves
I was cheerful, but still remembered
What on earth so much tikalki hammering
And as collectors for long
It will be time to say about the debt

And I would all in the trunk And throw off the cliff
I would forget everything Behind the emptiness in front of the knockout
And the last one was waiting for your convictions.
I initially watched failure but so that the towers were buzzing
I arranged this whole circus looking for answers in the worst disputes
Will help to get out of the pitch darkness are not the ideas that burn more often the head
And in September, they will see other rowan garlands.
And I will pass with the book of Louis Ferdinand Selina