Текст песни Рем Дигга - обманутый венок - слуга

I smell burnt, thoughts jammed into holes
Went cold inside, followed by cold and world
Scored life after ordeal
After migraines, ailments, and their change in a circle

All cards are opened for a long time (long ago discovered)
My cards and bits of shit (shit and bits)
Does not lie unseemly and ask: & quot; Occupy & quot;
I have to get up and leave

I'm ready to catch the sense of sullen wrinkles on your face
A long time ago not ... ... ....
In the shadow of the sun all the belly ulcers
I went to the Duma to load unclear

And I agree with him completely extinguished Piero
The sense of unhappiness with not even a feather beak
Meaning, gored through and through
More and more butterfly than moth

Chorus:
Deceived wreath servant is fired in the mud
...................
Deceived wreath servant is fired in the mud
It has long been a pain - the power of pride
Deceived wreath servant is fired in the mud
It is cold inside and let it cool down
But in the hearts of frost, frost, frost.

I fished everything there is again caught Butor
Understand that ... it would be cool
On the lips of dozing white frost but it's not bad
The sky seemed to be seen not revolt bit utensils

No one there is no easy and even I Shut soon
Confused ... the guy later shelved word
On the shelf thoughts on the shelf soul and brains
And I do not rag, much worse - I mosquito

Surprisingly you can sometimes say much
Open the landing on the excavation tier
Seven days of the fall of ........................
........................... Dig himself a deeper hole

Favourite reason there is now the last paradise as hell
Read my numbers and immediately let me fire
After all the garbage (kk) thoughts and burned
Ill with us ..........

Chorus:
Deceived wreath servant is fired in the mud
...................
Deceived wreath servant is fired in the mud
It has long been a pain - the power of pride
Deceived wreath servant is fired in the mud
It is cold inside and let it cool down
Deceived wreath servant is fired in the mud
But in the hearts of frost, frost, frost.

Boyko Countess need swipes with a carafe
And think not you sleep for a long time ......
Persistent Maine need to stand humble and
On the rest is now anyway