In a closed door in the morning ... Bashny.Net

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In a closed door in the morning was breaking
guest I feel cunning deceit, and in the soul - anger
In the sky gray-sizom - Khmara, the third day of rain
Sell ​​friends and relatives for a handful of coins

We are living - ahead, bone crushing
We tear the last effort - not breathe
To what Satan tempt us
The roof itself is going slowly

The rats are fleeing in panic from the ship
Tsepeneya we are in the mist - where land
? It makes no sense to us to beg God to curse il
Faith is not present and there is no love - what are we losing

? Tired of listening to the sound of - no
forces Doors guest opened his
But suddenly he saw himself - and froze
Well, in the end, what he wanted - I got

Sam decided to live with wolves - wolf howl
He wanted - and had forgotten how to love
Want to whether - should you choose
What have someone to love, with whom lose