Текст песни минус Летящая пуля - Слепой

My throat has a cold, and this, in cold frost
I have no peace of the river slices of my history
contrary, ever, be idle like a bullet lying on the ground
rust he wraps up me that I was not much in the heat

Now I am in search of, in search can not understand
for which constructed a circus on the street in delirium
In your face red dye, made it clear
that to me it was not necessary to connect the threads

Slippery accurate I will fly with a shot
not much, you became my mark
My height does not matter who you are and for
me by my dick mnteresuet your position

I do not need the documents, licenses why?
I just obezbashennym the cutting sword

Chorus:
Fate turned back to you
You do not think I am to you a simple
someone even slept in his arms a couple of Leman
still have in you goes flying bullet