Текст песни Торба-на-Круче - всё в себе.. ни слова никому..

Behold a
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All of a word to anyone
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As explosions bursting capillaries in the body
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Force is not a loan
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At death, so we have enough for a couple

All of a minute of silence
Silence takes on the form
Form smell War War
We can not be silent because you at least sing me

All of a single solid salt
The wet spray-painted page
The Haunted World of transparent alcohol
And all that will happen

All all in all the crumble now
I have in front of your eyes tears
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All heaven is crying but the tears for us
What do these tears for us

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The pain is not the pain not fear fear
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We produce salt just so
That is how the tears and pain
We produce salt we extract salt
We produce salt we extract salt
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We produce all
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