Текст песни ДеменциЯ - На рассвете

Surrounded by rat half
Black cloud, shadow on earth
Maybe in the past, and maybe in the future
My dirty world, you are in the loop
I break up before selflessness
From selling peace by leaves
In the morning I remember the truth
In foreshadowing dreams

At dawn...

Breaking out through itself
The plantain as if through asphalt
And the soul turned into a pigeon
Like gentle, only in the heart of steel
From the fire of the breath melts ice
In the head fog, in the eyes of the strip
And calling him a quiet voice,
You are a mustache and he will come

At dawn...