Lyrics So on - Смутное время
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Не в рубашке родился - в мир иной.
Дресс код. Пахнет смолами, но мирры ноль.
Горит дом! Каридоры накрыл огонь.
Ад. Пятна на линолеуме - не вино.
Сон. Кошмар в мясо истязал.
А за окном Улицы Вязов и Сезам,
Разбитых фонарей и красных. Ты быстро в зал
Перед иконами с горем и в слезах.
Смутное время. Таким как ты нужен царь.
Спутникам жизни, ведь в клетках они кружатся.
И продолжают раскрутку, движуху,
Тоесть "грести педалями". Да, трудно без шуток.
Я как верующий в нише бара, где завалят,
Жду прихода того "высшего образования".
Грехов база маленькая. Едва за вами
Успею выявить в себе садо-мазо манию.
Not born in a shirt - into another world.
Dress code. It smells of resins, but myrrh is zero.
The house is on fire! Caridors covered the fire.
Hell. The stains on linoleum are not wine.
Sleep. A nightmare tortured meat.
And outside the window of Elm Street and Sesame,
Broken lights and red. You are fast in the hall
In front of the icons with grief and in tears.
Time of Troubles. So you need a king.
Companions of life, because in the cells they are spinning.
And they continue to promote, dvizhuha,
That is, "rowing the pedals." Yes, it’s hard without jokes.
I'm like a believer in a niche of a bar where they will fill up
I look forward to the arrival of that "higher education".
Sin base is small. Barely behind you
I have time to identify the BDSM mania.
Dress code. It smells of resins, but myrrh is zero.
The house is on fire! Caridors covered the fire.
Hell. The stains on linoleum are not wine.
Sleep. A nightmare tortured meat.
And outside the window of Elm Street and Sesame,
Broken lights and red. You are fast in the hall
In front of the icons with grief and in tears.
Time of Troubles. So you need a king.
Companions of life, because in the cells they are spinning.
And they continue to promote, dvizhuha,
That is, "rowing the pedals." Yes, it’s hard without jokes.
I'm like a believer in a niche of a bar where they will fill up
I look forward to the arrival of that "higher education".
Sin base is small. Barely behind you
I have time to identify the BDSM mania.