Текст песни Грусняффка - Слышим свое истеричное эхо

We hear the echo of his hysterical
The prospectus of the Damned
Writing thoughts in poems
Remember, before it was all in good tale
Evil, we were not afraid
Adults have dreamed
Bed did not know

Breathe, breathe dirty oxygen
The heart, our heart out of cardboard, will cease to fight again
No one does not have a number, we will fill ourselves with poison
Mom, today I arrive drunk

With tears look at the stars, forgetting threat
We battered the sun, jump from the small window
Hardly again zasmeemsya

We hear the echo of his hysterical
The prospectus of the Damned
Writing thoughts in poems

Hush, hush do not cry
Tired of your screams
Poems quickly burn
The ribs squeeze in Tesco
In a forest of fallen leaves.