Lyrics Дездемон Сидоров - Подзаборная душа

The podsabornaya soul, walked along the blade of the knife,
I walked along the snow barefoot, shirt rubbed rustle
On the chest rusts a cross, an angel spits down from heaven,
The body of the northern star, in the hand make a cut ...

Let go, my soul, I have lived with you!
Take me to a nail, so that it never fails,
My body is a stone down, the soul has compromised
That's all, all about anything, to whom that, and who has what,
Who is alone, who is alone, to whom is laughter, to whom is the handkerchief,
What I picked, where I gave it, who lied, the soul from the railing
Under the fence, on the left side, in the hand of the beam, the stars are a scrap ...