Текст песни Алексей Вишня - Начальник Фарфоровой Башни

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The head of a porcelain tower,
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Hours of gunpowder drunk.
The priests gave up the ghost at the plow,
And the hunger beating the drum.

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And he midnight dreamer
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With the clock on a long strap,
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Mark tries to whip someone's brain
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And sends escort me.

And what to do with the alignment of this?
I had fun at the smell of fish.
And where the river cool,
I am building a temple cvoy bark.

I'm not worthy of such an honor,
I am happy that there, in the distance,
Approx wandering warrior
With my subconscious hand.

I'm not worthy of such an honor,
I am happy that there, in the distance,
Approx wandering warrior
With my redemption in his hand.