Текст песни ToNy RayT - Криминальные хроники

Where is the man gone?
O-tvet: To find a miracle in faith!
How so, where is the logic?
It's not there, there's a criminal chronicle!

I'm your nightmare come into your dreams
Look at the clock, hide, hide your son.
A piece of cold steel is nutshol,
Later, a knife was taken from Yana, and her from the pit
Turn around! I can be behind your back
I have no pity, but you have pain.
To hear the victims cry let us wait for them,
And then Chick with a knife. Chick chick, chick.
I am like an iron lumberjack from an old fairy tale,
Blades swing, beneath you there is a parquet in red paint.
In the hand of the chainsaw "Friendship" let's be friends?
But you only need, "Give me life."
It's worse, better not to believe in the best!
I cut the scalp, And the ears on the trophies.
No desire to stay with me at night?
I'll arrange for you a remake of the silence of the lambs.