Текст песни Гарри Польский и MAD SHOW BOYS - Кривыми улочками лжи

Crooked streets of lies
(author of music and words: Harry of Poland)
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I smoked your brain,
I flipped through your heart,
As a cheap tabloid novel.

The lock was simple,
And your soul door
He opened the key to me, a deception.

I opened your secret
And in a moment he put the check,
Excellent spaghetti
Hanging on the ears.

You are flame, fool, carcass,
After all, I'm still a bug:
Crooked streets of lies
I walk, I wander.
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You scream after me,
Like, I'm a year away
You drank your blood like a swarm of mosquitoes.

But I am deaf and blind,
And in my chest is ice,
In the rest I'm lying and healthy.

The story was a novel,
But you will forgive me:
Why disturb your conscience?
Quiet, like a mouse?

You are flame, fool, carcass,
After all, I'm still a bug:
Crooked streets of lies
I walk, I wander.
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Sushi rather eyes,
Your "prince" is not worth the tears:
He was used to wearing masks,
Raising his nose.

You are flame, fool, carcass,
After all, I'm still a bug:
Crooked streets of lies
I walk, I wander.