Текст песни Mirgrad - За кулисами old

I grew up in the wings, waiting for the call
erased decades melted, ourselves
It is embedded in the throat and wicks flotilla
crushed underfoot we headgear mile Do
mete us, or we them in the dressing room and back again
Sprint, simple, soft, in the thoughts of tomorrow ...
we will be happy, they swarmed with garlands, poisons
smiles utterly drunk
fishing out of snakes open arms
such a nice man, alas, not my friend ...
just an actor, but to be honest the corpse
Lord forgive me for my rude gloss
He never touched the plank of the lips, face leaning against the wall no basis in me, I'm out
facial expression fixed on the front of the skull retorts languages
and then it turns to stone
In this cellar we have been buried, we play the role of
but this dream, something bright tunic
barely touching the ribs, chest number
mark your essence of today's day.