Текст песни Демо - шла шасса по трошше

Ashes fray faster leaflets calendar
Fresh paint an enticing, the walls are asked to add a fire.
To hell! I have seen the world from the inside,
Misted eyes wipe and wait with open mouth nonsense.
Hope warm, but not warm hands,
I pass tantalizing, grin happily lying bitch
Calm again passes my house per kilometer
Reality is like a dream tired entrant
Mike hot and releases vapor in the atmosphere
Drives indulge in a warm office in the snow on the trail
Not a word about March, I promised her not to tell anyone,
It would not have tired of living, that is no reason not to go,
on weekdays eyelids grow heavy from the monotonous voices
I'm going to the stars to get a shot from the gun of the bottoms