Армия Сирот - Вата - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Night, my face was eaten by millstones, so the results of my work were sent to the pit, time is poisoned, the arrows on the clock were stopped, carriages are broken, the new -eyed fear writes, leave the road, my hand is like me, that is, after me, that is, after with him, you are already singing a panchid for you, I read poetry to prostitutes in exchange for lunch, fleas races for the eyes for a ridge, a lecture of the pharmacist about the dangers of labor, you are a monkey in the depths of the nest