Текст песни Записки Мо - ДОМ ПЕЧАЛЬНЫХ ЛИЦ

The moral of the walls of morality on the walls shout direct the dregs
near Cru asses on the shoulder of a wasp seven digits two
Sowing the collapse of the children in the bouquets mothers cry fathers pay ghetto
Silhouette of man by the strong tea somewhere and where you are and where we are
The yard grass grin pyuschih poveelo wind fusion
In the arena we spend years looking at the bottom of the secrets of glass
He lost an eye but the ace on the needle near the window changes
He came here from the outside wall to spoil the skill to sharpen toast vein
Blood River in the eyes sick but not pain drowned wild mo
The packages nuts on the banks of the river of sin tops void corners of the house
 came here on foot in childhood was Dunno Maltsev
I went with a knapsack rewound during long road of the city truck
With a gun on the advantage drove the crowd like sheep fear in the eyes
Exit through the birch three meters on the level of darkness
The arrow hit the floor the smoke thick prick and had gone missing