Текст песни Железная Философия - Алкогольный бес

Wicked demon alcohol
With a bag of sins at the ready
Left a hell of a secret forest
And okay just used in the yards ...

He is on the podium , suddenly reached
Mowing your eyes on the vault of heaven
And after listening , here are the cross !
And echoes here and there

And where there campfire harness
Illusion delight collar
Horn glimpses here and there
Cellars , gardens , attics

All the same pattern , the mind is asleep
Buried in a dream screen plates
With that said approximately
Stag , changing languages