Текст песни Мировой Пожар - Песенка плесени

Settle down in a ragged hangover
Caress brain limb
Enemies do not exist anymore ,
They are doomed forever.

And the next day rise devils
And immediately rush into the soul ,
To warm the body from the blood
They pass through the earth's cold .

The sun grows cold in the brine of the mold ,
Mould runs crying to the vents.
You lap itself with a white tablecloth ,
I'll always eat .

Evil children tired of eternity
And devils hung on the cross ,
Help me with you to see ,
I will sing you a song of mold .