Текст песни Роман Филлипов - Порча

Well, that and I fell not wring
Another body away from the road into a ditch
Of the millions of people no one is left
In my life even used for a moment near

Who needs a hand rotting sores
And turning his head enough
Do not stop get wet chairs
the bought wife
her sake

I know God is going you should
He will bind up my wounds
About him and write about what made
He will leave the banal NEED

By talking about vanity eternal
You pour so avidly louder
Let's Pray for those who have been counter
Who carried the light of this love spoiling

I was myself decided that it's easier
Among the storms cut the mast
Float love his skinny
I have not added on the ground sighted

Then why all these songs books
Dozens of chapters and so what sense
Invented in the majority in the toilet
Yes executable with vodka

On faith argue that divide the money
If you wish to lose a friend
One thing is clear we are all out of the shadows
And in the shadow go as closing the loop

And in anticipation of his boat
On the shore then read the name
And you trace for us Makhno vodka
And forgive us for what we were