Текст песни Корпорация Городских Сумасшедших - Суд

I got here
Though a stranger to me and
High rounds Wednesday
Admission beautiful
And the mayor happy
No wonder I have come here
I'm smiling
Everywhere reeling
I try all the water,
But the judge's glass
I have my own goals
My dream is to quench the thirst of his

Sex life is gone
To become one of them
And though time has passed,
But I have not forgotten,
As a young sister
Conserve I could not
I will erase his
He thinks he is a god
But it is not so

shaking inside
To him I made steps
And I make a joyful view
As an experienced hypocrite
I will say: "Hello, Sir!
Let me pour you a "
Two glasses of taking
And to the table depart
Pour one arsenic
But the waiter passes
Glasses putting
It pushes me accidentally

Time is running
Yet taking the glasses
To him I come
One stretching
I do not know really where
Which of them is poison
With a smile, I look
And with him I drink to the dregs

Either he or I

"Good luck to you, sir" -
With a smirk speak
From the hall leaving
Looking at the sky waiting for his death
There's a star of the sky
That is my sister
I'm falling down
Stitches in the chest

But I heard a terrible cry
From behind the door
On the death of forgetting
I run into the room
There overturned table
It is the judge
Eyes empty
It looks to me