Текст песни Братство Конца - 10-ОМП

More than fun summer
Frame of prophecy in autumn
Above gates of the gathering ghetto
Laughter Himer: "Milicia We ask"

The ringing of home Armageddonov
Fists are compressed again to pain
I like stalker in my zone
Tasha poison in local rum-cola

In the doorway, the shadows are measured
And ulla near night shops
This night laughing change
All Assolys His poor Greenam

Evening burns defeated orders
Drunk hum of jench and taverns
Julia Roberts on Russian Alley
It is unlikely to meet his richard gira

The city is a steel mechanism again
How spring will burn my grief
Soundtrack of internal cataclysms
Lai raven on the branches: "nevermore"!

U-'! Right step in legend
U-'! All you need lumpen-intellectual
U-'! Getting membership tickets
U-'! To the Society of Dead Poets

And fragments of love cut hands
Question mark at the end of each line
Heroic city from boredom
So skillfully die for the kidneys

Dreams are circling like cheap vodka
Inverted world is so fun
In the kingdom of the dead, another walker
Sample new beat-generation

And again sacrifice yourself
Ideals, although I know stupid ...
Waiting for insane in me Tyler Derton
Hour of meetings of the Fight Club

Like a solder in a yellow street circus
In the abstitental hot syndromes
I am going to break the test tubes
Raid in the rear of the eternal army of clones

Dying waiting for the sun?
No! I will get on the table in the school class
The captain sends pets
To the new stars of the space route!
EM S.