Текст песни Константин Сапрыкин - Анархист

How many songs spito how much words say
About the king of jesters left
How much is the generations for aggressive punk rock
Wosted by a scene when the pot gone ...
Somewhere there in heaven, waiting for the artist
For the first time in paradise, an anarchist

Suddenly the phon of thunder called the phone
From that light came the velvet baritone
I'm so bored here, learned the passionate paradise
These dairy rivers, this transcendental edge!
In the rays of the sun, I wander like in darkness!
Tell me how there are on earth

Here ships and empty, waiting on the street
Only the wind
Penetrate into the souls, the heart burns with cold
Fierce and endless
Sky Sypt ash, burns eyes
Shoulder blows
Under legs moaning ice earth
The world is disturbing

I'll be back, I promise! My place is medium
Lord for the first time sign an order
On the way back, about the stairs from the sky
About the road home, in which I was not so long!
And again the artist will smile on the scene
Call for an anarchist!

The sadness will disappear, calms down in the shower
Pain and wind
Sighs free land under the stream of rain
Washing off the ashes
Dummy darkness, eyes will clarify
Ring Tusca
He will soon come back, will surely wait
From that light pot

How many songs spito how much words say
About the king of jesters left us ....