Текст песни Mono36 в стихах - Только вверх из низов

Passport , notebook , autumn, gray sister
I'm so hurt to lose those eight in the morning .
Naspor winds still stand on a ladder ,
And you sing me his song sister losses.
Air, tobacco tar in the lungs, Doh
Church , alarm, in the heart of Clawed spark .
Earlier novel , now just debauchery
Mirror , Mom. I'm tired just play.
Remember yesterday, two, yard, small children
Blackened trait thief steals from a thief .
Poverty, even, we Mara morality
Stopped reading , but began to scream .
With shoulders mountain ugorayu , and so you just slave
Goa sunbathing, before the goal , how many times.
I millions of carats of diamonds are not , and tears
A masquerade around and around just evil.
Lucky to be an ambassador , I am here my style
Hundreds of words , craft, from the heart to break .
We have forgotten the number , we do not remember hours
We ourselves are bolted , we behave like sand.
We captivate the horizon , on the cheeks of our salt
We pyanit prophetic dream , the eternal whisper forests.
Without a soul on the face, as in a museum Tussauds
What is that style of Picasso .
Distrustful and angry, who hangs in the balance
Often in the neck loss, the one with the Grim Reaper .
If surrender shame soul with the body not to quarrel
I draw a pattern , just up from the bottom ...