Текст песни Трупный Яд - Девочка Плачет

Screams, sirens, a crowd of cops, a pack of journalists gathered
On a platform in the city subway terrorist bomb exploded
Darkness shapeless bloody bodies, pools of blood and violently Chillmere

The girl is crying - Pope flew away, comforted her, and my father is flying!

The plane flew again, not - close-up announcer tear
Boy on a fire burned - close-up of mother's eyes,
Someone did not want to go on living - close-up legs and sobbing

The girl is crying - Dad turned blue, her comfort, and my dad hanging!

We will show where someone is killed, will tell us who and what is stolen,
Between the television news to spin Pido-whore-series
The tears, snot, soap happy ending, closeup schachte and peace

The girl is crying, the pope was not at home, and my father came back, and he - blue!