Lyrics Ворон Кутха - Достал

Flew into the photo box
Burned notebook books torn
Before the war, treasuries of guilt that the bulb
It froze the city cool

From the resentment of the familiar title
From the canvas of architecture's rationality
The distance grows unceasingly
Parting alone

On the way that swamp and ravines
On the way, all undead and hogwash
Smoothly appeared on clean paper
A woke up all the lies and crow.

Span the bridge
On the gentle beach
At the edge of the cliff
To carve tired
Do not hold, stop
Such loss
He left himself
I got myself

From cold phrases from extinct eyes
From mute paintings from deaf display cases
Through the quarantine of infirmity bile and mud
Go away laughing, leave alone

The stars moved from the places of the lighted
Change of password places password places appearances
The smoke of the fatherland flew into the pipe
Putting a cross on the arrest warrant

On the way of that nettles
On the road, that repti and quinoa
At night, the felts of the wolf, and toli devils poured out
Saddened the soul of pure trouble

Span the bridge
On the gentle beach
At the edge of the cliff
To carve tired
Do not hold, stop
Such loss
He left himself
I got myself

On the way, they circulate, they sing Buran
The wind blown the sun in the clouds
Old forgotten wounds opened
I had a long longing for my throat