Дурной Ци-Гун

Maybe it was the last summer day
And then the snow dirty sheets
Hide the green grass.
How can you not follow the advice of
Wise life has known rivers
Fasten the uniform, as the statute commands .

And still remain a beast these stone forests
And headlong run to God knows where .
Aside from the sun , without a trace of the road
And was gone , and all the words are dead
But the word NEVER .

But the bony hand of the old woman's love
Throat keeps an iron grip -
It 's a sort of bad - Qi Gong,
Bad Qi - Gong, bad Qi Gong ,
Bad Qi - Gong, bad Qi Gong .

Maybe it was the last summer day
And then the snow will rule the roost
Cold dead.
Maybe it was the last day of general
The last day of all,
Here he was ,
Like all eventually.

But the bony hand of the old woman's love
Throat keeps an iron grip -
It 's a sort of bad - Qi Gong,
Bad Qi - Gong, bad Qi Gong ,
Bad Qi - Gong, bad Qi Gong .