Текст песни ЛихоЛесье - Про Медведей

Hint poems come off Patch
Untied shoelaces, stumble leg
Cried doctors, soldiers fired
Sushi crackers, but read by syllables.
Under shirt printing superstitious fear
Quiet bend my knees, so tickle in the chest
And just like it or not, is not a sin and holy
What bears extinguish lights in the morning ...

Widely raked nothing left
And under the scab blackened hand of treason
Combustible Spring, hopeless old age
We remain kiss door peephole.
Thinning in the ranks, but who is now important
Pick up the broken glasses in the reflection of the morning.
And just like it or not, not funny and not scary
What bears quenched morning lights.

The storm clouds laid bare wrinkles
I opened the window and did not close.
We grow old when we understand the causes
We are young yet, we have to bury someone.