Singer: The crematorium. Page 1

When love goes away when they die lions
And dry up all the scarlet flowers
Wayward astronauts returning to the fold -
She comes here and eats strawberries with ice.

On asphalt saunter women
Filling the intersections.
Anyone has a pass
Someone nothing
Someone has a simulator,
Someone has a "Mercedes"
And someone has theromorph,
Who knows how to say "I love ECM!"

Sand city built by me
Long since washed away by the wave.
My opinion like yours
There is nothing but dreams
Forgotten happiness...

Garbage wind, smoke from the chimney,
The cry of nature, the laughter of Satan
And all because we
He loved to catch the wind and throw stones...

Hello, sweet baby, I'm back home
All soon I'll be with you.
Gossips will say that I smoke a lot,
Often are angering God, drinking, debauchery.
But you don't trust anyone, think with your head,
Look me in the eye, I'm almost a Saint.

I also lay in a bloody bath
And silently partook of marijuana smoke.

But again, my life, Continuing on the path, Stumbling over the cork from the wine.

Shone brighter than the diamond "Orlov"
In the "Kama Sutra" knew
Yesterday she was soft as silk
Now she is a Chinese tank!

Anyway - AIDS or cancer
Future - ash, past the darkness
Strike me down with thunder if not
The unknown God which is within
He put a dot over the i
That day, when will end your life...

And if not to take into account
Alcoholism and drug addiction,
Was dominated by b in the world of harmony and beauty,
If not to take into account
The sin of adultery,
That was the impression you and I are like Romeo and Juliet!
Romeo and Juliet!

I tried to be peaceful, but sometimes fought,
Someone I put away, and someone sent.
All the world's media centers report
My whole life is a solid Rock-n-roll !
But you don't trust anyone, think with your head,
Look me in the eye, I'm almost a Saint.
Yes I'm an angel, I'm just an angel
Yes I'm an angel, I'm just an angel.

Frigate of your dreams crushed ice a long time ago
And insignificant was that it was once the most important of all.
And now from the oppressive boredom you're looking for in the starry night
The wind of a new happiness, a wind of new love.

Your soul is like a Museum of the brilliant products and rare things

With a jar of pure alcohol I hasten to you.