Singer: The GROTTO. Page 2

Don't scream how to live, just show.

You can run behind the armor and cool paint eyelashes,
Then realize that you're empty and you're thirty now,
The years flew swoop, the ship really is sinking your
And this does not save a cool the dress and the comments.

Eyes homes are burning, we are escorted,
And as if to reproach you see in the back.
We are leaving the childhood, still remember this picture.

70 years I was an enemy of his own, stained with blood,
Arrested wings of liberty is broken.
Silent, quietly crying, then forgive
I limp like a slave. I'm strong as God!
And who would dare to encroach on my life - that will not,
I have the great Russian people!

What's up, Dad? Let's pour, but still pop?
Soul sing of our Russian anthem.
I know, but kind of awkward
In front of you, POPs, because I forgot the words.
Maybe you really wish me well?
Yes, but I don't believe you, tired of the cars.
Here you are the head, laddie, situation know
Brought a bit of order, but the old consciousness.
Instead of freedom - totalitarian nature,
I admit the charge, alas, have no rights.
Next to this, in fact, a valuable concept
Is the word nihilism. So hard to clean it.


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Better to go blind than not to try at all.

The mystery remains and will only grow stronger,
But this is only more heart about finding whispers.

Not because of the bones I so ardently to breathe,
My spirit millions of times stronger than any muscle.

Network one dill poisons my heart, and if you don't squeal and look -
The archives of States, empires, inforesource, skills, billions series video courses.
In the entire history of the ordinary people, like us, had access to such treasure, as it is now.

Where lumbering life, remained quiet wasteland.
The wife met the hunters, opening the shutters.
But the movie ended, the cinema was abandoned by all.
Only in the spring under the sun, green branches.
Lie the bones of people from whom I have the pieces cut.

Give intrigue, orewa, Bang, special effects.
Very questionable, in my opinion, the selected vector
The gurgling on the "First" it sounds more like nonsense.

"Pens, expensive whiskey, Chichi to his temple.
Feel like a simpleton at the blue b*Adini in a vise.
Recurive come on, man! Fire playing smartly".
Go for that shit catch the brand cheap!

If you hold a grudge, not wearing his shoes,
Let me around all hold a grudge.

Not forgive me, the Creator, if I couldn't forgive.