Singer: Notes Unknown

When the judgment stand naked,
In the silence of the fathers will answer: "No children?"
We heard the hypocrisy in the national anthem,
We terrible events were the witnesses.

In prisons Yes, the offices main
One for trust, the second - for motives
And looking at the lens keyholes
The people in the country this miracle.
Perhaps it would seem: "in Order not to find
We first rhyme to the word "love"?"
On this uneven and slippery paths
No one rose up to fall again.

And our king is a jerk!
He knows the method of execution:
How to inflict basboussa
By God-fearing!
Innocent
About Home - about my mom
With pathseg with a candle
He prays in the temple;
In humility toilet
He bows to the Shrine,
Be baptized twice...
I say to you, today:
In Russia only the snow,
Bears, vodka, pitchfork;
All Russophobes
Yes Slavophiles...

Specalise Lee died Lee
Yes everyone is by induction:
One lives according to the Bible,
Another on the Constitution...

Listening to the covenants,
Bless your speech.
Word poets
As soldiers of the sword...
You know the answer
But the question is not found -
Remember that the light
From the word go!

I'm hiding from a strict mother's eyes
My eyes, full of guilt and shame...

And, if suddenly the choice will not fall on my salvation
And idle mind will pass the true sense.
Having rejected the suffering in the name of resurrection
Vainly erode the faith formulas and numbers.
Oh, if only to behold the miracle with a sloping shore -
I like soft velvet voice would be listened, not breathing!
But it was given me to Caesar all the gods:
Empty and ugly atheistic soul...
And eternity builds on the spirit of denial!
So with faith in the power of insignificant zeros:
Die your national identity,
And suddenly become a stranger to you native land!

Fish rotting from the tail, not able to think straight until the handle will not enter the belly of the knife blade.

Have you seen how red the earth?
Colors in celebration of a fearless day...
Crazy haze, injury, death
A groan stana stepped on the chest
On asphalt smearing human life.
Not burn my name - burn my middle name!
HI!
With the holiday, crazy society!
HI!
Not noroute moment century
Alive
DO NOT TOUCH! DO NOT TOUCH! DO NOT TOUCH!
Don't see your heart
Under a dead layer of soot.
Have you seen how red the earth?
Colors in celebration of a fearless day...

Showed me I fall,
sliding down to the heart with a rusty knife.
Wherever I look its not dumped -
each puddle, my face reflected.
And every wind picked leaf,
smoldering, whispers to me in reproach:
"Everyone who's heart is not clean,
will not attain happiness in life!"

Let them, I stooped in the shoulders and narrow let!
My cheeks filled with blush.
But under the sound of heavenly music
I embracing with the earth, revolve in the dance!

And his chest - as the grave fence
Where the heart does not need anything...

But kissed does not mean loved. And shot does not mean guilty.

And if life is painful disease, then death is just the symptoms...