Текст песни 43ai - Бусы

Snow fell upon the cities beads,
It's a hundred sheets of scribbled in the trash ,
Prospect - Apple of Discord , chewed , bitten ,
Past the gaping windows densely planted .

I flame clot. Smiling between stone busts.
Bitter medicine , poison always tasty .
Plus, individuals dull dull the senses
You can hardly understand why so empty to me.

Kontachit with the Muses . But not kontachit with the closest .
Initials letters of the English .
Sad. On the street put up fences lonely
Is even the city froze ice Shots ?

We do not believe in the truth . But believe in horoscopes.
Dependent on the whims or bad weather.
Ideas not newer Babylon during excavations
Yes, I do not remember what to write inside the brackets .

Across the sky weeps bitterly cold wind
Drumming on the roofs of a few days in a row
I learned to live in the present
lekastva bitter and delicious poison

From behind the clouds the sun comes out again
Children little hands reach out to the little window
In the next room someone will wake up
Prolong the aroma of coffee in Turku bronze
 
Pour the water out of the shower , like a waterfall ,
Purrs like a cat playing in the wind pipe
Explodes the heart of one of the hundreds of firecrackers
And the creator of a musician I like his game

Apple core incident at the table
Our houses are tightly rolled into the concrete
And even plowed , dusty Babylon
The share can not be compared with that infernal cauldron boiling

Well, then we think there one evening
Where is the wise stupider very careless
For more than ten people you have been cured
Well, it's all because of nothing to do

Across the sky weeps bitterly cold wind
Drumming on the roofs of a few days in a row
I learned to live in the present
lekastva bitter and delicious poison