Текст песни Назгул Бэнд - Андеграунд Моя Религия

I multiply the dead rhymes
Ink ticks on the wall.
In my house, wandering drunken devils ,
Smoke & quot; plan & quot; and stop me .
Empty bottles are battery
And boredom is not an end in sight .
And I have neither religious nor spiritual ,
How not to believe in the eternity of sheep .
Black flakes falling from the sky .
This signal , which means it's time .

Underground my religion !

Poets body shakes wind .
They find it hard to breathe - prevents loop .
Urban area covered with ashes .
Here burned musicians , sparing no fire.
Gray cattle walks systems
Sowing contagion around.
But something inside does not dissemble ,
When the next one drops dead .
But for some reason I believe that the sun
Pierce the veil of gray clouds ...

Underground my religion !

Old & quot; Gods & quot; happy and well fed .
Drink and blame the youth.
Cardboard wings nails nailed
Under the guise of - & quot; Rock and roll is dead & quot ;!
They look at us in the Old longing,
Forgetting what pain is .
Forgetting that when we kicked,
We covered their names are .
But our vitality akin to cockroaches ,
So we have all come!

Underground my religion !

Gray days , apartment war
Family squabbles , jealousy and lies.
Oh, sorry I do not have enough clips
Kill all the scum. Well , Well ...
It is necessary to leave little friends.
Let come off , they must be the same .
And then we will take , buy port
And a sleepless night , we will reward.
And through a veil of floors and walls
I will see how the sun rises !

Underground my religion !