Текст песни Александр Трофимов - Песня Джеймса Крюка

Since childhood, we became children's games
James Hook against the grain
Glitter gold dagger and interesting, believe me.
Hook always plays a big game
Hook always plays a big game
And the game is the smell of death.

The hour has come away with the accursed foe.
No, not hacked it, no, not sacrificed
Only the poison, but poison
Terrible poison, creepy poison burning poison
I poisoned him I was poisoned.

Become purple right
And I go, I shake all
Only cheerful boy somewhere happen to meet
If this is even mental illness
If this is even mental illness
I do not want to be treated by it.

The hour has come away with the accursed foe.
No, not hacked it, no, not sacrificed
Only the poison, but poison
Terrible poison, creepy poison burning poison
I poisoned him I was poisoned.