Текст песни Хоровое пение - Мире лукавый

Wicked world by skorbmi
Since you are not hard , since the imperfect ,
Rings are not here are good your joy ,
Kohl are grim joy and laughter .
Kohl restless your honor, richness ,
Wind, smoke , nothing , all the volatility ,
Blossom into a single hour , in another fade ,
Dnes on the throne tomorrow cascade down .

UBO is One idea is so poor -
As a judge on the day the terrible abide ,
Ask us where the poor response soon ,
You are almost lost in vain your summer.