Текст песни Ворон Кутха - Достал

Flew out the window photographs
Burned books torn notebook
Before the war, that the guilt of the treasury to the bulb
Zamorochitsya city cool

From the usual insults ranking
From canvas reasonableness architecture
Relentlessly growing distance
Parting loneliness

On the way of the swamps and ravines
On the way, so that all the undead byle
Clean out onto plain paper
A circle lie awake yes crow

Bridge the gap
On the gently sloping beach
On the edge of the cliff
Prance tired
Do not hold, throw
What a loss
Himself left
Himself took

From cool phrases from the extinct eyes
From paintings by deaf mute windows
After quarantine weakness bile and filth
Get out laughing, leave alone

Stars started off flashes
Change passwords appearances betting sites
Flew into the pipe smoke of the fatherland
Putting an end to the arrest warrant

On the way of the mugwort nettle
On the way, so that repi quinoa
At night, wolves felts, and felts devil howled, whined
The siege capita net trouble

Bridge the gap
On the gently sloping beach
On the edge of the cliff
Prance tired
Do not hold, throw
What a loss
Himself left
Himself took

On the way of the circle, singing storms
Winds buried the sun in the clouds
Opened old wounds forgotten
Nakata neck long longing