Текст песни Туманный Альбион - Похоть

Gaps in the head, a trifle, perhaps all is well
But in the morning you will ask where the seam on the veins
Broken world and all drinking bottles per night
And no principles, they have long forgotten completely

Conscience you left, the mother will not forgive alas
But you also like it when at night you twist your ass
And all the myths about you suddenly made profit
You'd changed her style, but damn, what's the difference?

Your girlfriend fools, with heaps of ailments, think
Someone called a bitch here who are not thinking of another
All this is stupid and too late to press the stop
And in order to be strong, keep your mood

But there is no sense in it, swept away by the wind of thought
They were in my head, but swept comet
Now the questions in my head, where a wrong turn?
And I'd found in thee good, but it is not present there