Текст песни Свиньи В Космосе - Завтра

Piercing soul finger glance
Gates, but it can be.
Next we sought, going back,
He clapped his hands together and sent all in the ass.
Without stopping to wonder and to endure,
Dirt-Caked anything that moves, lives.
Naive as brick,
Cheap as a nation,
Let not today and not tomorrow, it is going to die.
How disgusting to look into the eyes of the blind!
As a small child I scream, I despise fear.
I am all that is flying, hands free, I want to
Watch it down without a gun to his temple.
My turn, my mouth was silent the whole year.
How disgusting to look into the eyes of the blind!