Текст песни Гарри Топор - Зеленый морг

If the forest is your home, And do not scare you even with a chopper or a connecting rod, And a moose con at night, packs of evil wolves, And what's there, in old age, a huntsman He has what will feed the lead, What flies out like wasps and bees hail: my god. You have forgotten, there is a lot of kilometers there. The deadliest swamp and marsh, After all, in a quiet thicket, always at night Someone is bursting at someone's champ. Month - the heavenly spotlight - Maybe hundreds of light trails. Something tore a man like that, There is nothing left to put in the coffin. Crunch of branches and myriads of eyes Around somewhere, a growl on the right and left Can only promise him an external course in the sky. Someone's fangs ripped out the larynx, Like a throat pierced with a nail. The huntsman lay piecemeal, And the beasts watched the fire burn out. Blood on the coals - casseroles, his end, Ears, tongue and eyes - like a delicacy. Death itself lives in distant swamps - Ehereyu since childhood, my father said so. The path of the trail will close in itself, But you will still pave the road. You will have stone cages and concrete boxes on your way. Chorus: Stevie Insane Stop! You started a night, but there are no people here, it means everything is inhuman! Even God is far away, this forest of polygon will give you eternal sleep! Thoughts are vain about how many years later to die an old man, because Seeing the happiness of fangs in the form of death with a scythe, answer, are you ready? I hope you hear them, Just let them go quieter. Who was not worth the rest, They are alone here, like trees die standing. I hope you hear them, Just let them go quieter. Who was not worth the rest, They are alone here, like trees die standing. Second Verse: Nigata I lived among them once, Everybody in the village was familiar. I am amusement funded, Thought a genius himself - ha-ha, of course. As a result, he was smeared with soot, As a result, he became a page lower, On a horse without a carriage At the mercy of the forest he was given to landscapes. After all, anger was boiling, anger increased day by day. I like in a cloud of white, The cloud has eaten me. The exile cannot forgive, Bitterness of insults, like petty aphid, Blood freezes in its veins, Mind squeezed anger in a noose. I remember that first night, I remember myself with a full moon. This obsessive itching. It went through the body like a wave. He was always on his mind, but the whole body seemed to be Alien, And howling instead of scream broke from his mouth, And his eyes became ashen and white. I find them one by one, Miserably clawed ditch. Once having tried the flesh, Again and again I will tear and smack them. And only in the morning, Having regained consciousness, I will return to my log cabin, Only then, at night, by pulling out the claws, To take up the old work. Chorus: Stevie Insane Stop! You started a night, but there are no people here, it means everything is inhuman! Even God is far away, this forest of polygon will give you eternal sleep! Thoughts are vain about how many years later to die an old man, because Seeing the happiness of fangs in the form of death with a scythe, answer, are you ready? I hope you hear them, Just let them go quieter. Who was not worth the rest, They are alone here, like trees die standing. I hope you hear them, Just let them go quieter. Who was not worth the rest, They are alone here, like trees die standing.