Текст песни Илья Чёрт - Гарь

Sneaking out the night from the lantern to the lantern
A small tiny bit, and I'm screaming
Wired mouth,
And on the hands of traces of despair.
Nicks for later.
Under a white cloudy glass
I lied to myself a secret.
I will not say
Passwords, appearances ...
As if I was looking into the water.
Only flying to Java
I will touch your forehead with your wing.

Chorus:
Only dull knocks in the chest with prison chains of the soul
And he hears the songs of the nights, looks for a house amidst a nightmare ...
Throw those branches into the fire, shout, dance, have fun!
After all, the smell of burning people's human reward for love always stinks

On every track there is a terrible beast
But you go, do not turn around and believe
to me! We have a trap, and on it ...
And in any window, where do not look, knocking
A bird in the blood.
Leave us alone, go to the sun
From here away!
We have nothing to help ..

And Only the dull knocks on the chest with prison chains
And he hears songs in the night, looking for a house among a nightmare ...
Throw those branches into the fire, shout, dance, have fun!
After all, the smell of burning people's human reward for love always stinks