За час до наступления

I hear the voices of the men from the first knee
Do not feel like soldiers fear and blood on the walls
Cannon works smell raw bricks
An hour before the prayer hot
Source of power is not guided , she does not know the brink
Bird on a dark grove and those already in panic
Lift up someone , then someone breaks
In anticipation of the second product from the Grotto
See as crumbling buildings and broken plates
How about the first boiling rage killed
As standing on her knees in tears asking for forgiveness
And lost youth in cold rooms
Only looking at the darkness becomes clear
What is forever and that eventually fades
The sky will be delayed and it will all happen quickly
But there is still time to think before the first shot .

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GREYHOUND boldly and rushes word freedom around the world
Cancer is not so bad as sweet cigarette
Who lay down his life for the outbreak, which almost extinguished
We only vouched for all : " no one else "
And we responded immediately poloho bluish sky
Snow on the green grass in the morning after the release of
Faith injected into the bloodstream , these signs from heaven
But successful and solid drocher was not alone
Horrified at the hut ran crying to his nipples
Injection of conscience in his father's leather belt
AMBUSH each phrase brings to the final
No longer hide in my room with a dirty magazine
Intercourse , animals and analysis of linen
You until the age gnobit be native - Friend
This night in prayer light candles
To all raznoporodnoy mrazota breathe there was nothing !