Текст песни Гнилой Угол - 7. Брось меня

Cross out me
From your calendar
We can not be with you
Even when no
scattered life
Hither and thither
Like the way it should
Like as always
Above me hung
heavy horns
Keep the bird in the hand
And in the sky crane.

Come on, come on, come on me
Throw me.
And it is our choice.

And I am in-law
I've had nothing to take
And in my lifetime
Already ate pears
Not a penny to bless oneself with
Black Raven I'm not your
Incompatibility complete
The circus is over and I have to go
Sad clown
I do not stay joke
The stars are going out
But we must live
Maybe tomorrow
Perhaps then
I will be happy
I will always !!!!
   (2007 Petrovich)