Текст песни Кладбище Сердец - Наркоман

The white lamp light to
It illuminates the dark staircase,
On the steps of cold
Man sitting and permit it already has.
The last thing sold yesterday,
For pennies they almost gave,
But he does not care and do not care about,
Heroin stole his soul!

Chorus:
White powder flows in my veins,
From the buzz softly falling pupil
Winged angels call me to heaven,
But no, I'm not going, I'm here, well ...

2. In a world that you are inventing itself,
Life is beautiful if in a dream,
No you should not,
And while you're there - you ride on a steep & quot; Chevrolet & quot ;.
And from the buzz softly on his body
It runs through imperceptible tremors,
And cotton hand compress more feasible
Before the blood in the hands of a sharp knife!

That's the whole dose dried up completely,
And dispelled fabulous dream
Instead of paradise gardens and beautiful flowers,
Again he sees the dirty staircase.
And the pain in the brain bursts and so tired,
From mental, ragged wounds,
And tired of the pain fell to the floor
Like a stone on the bottom of a drug addict!