КЕДР - Аутодафе - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Artist: KED.

"Audate" (Single, 2017)

Tool: Kiryanov Prod

Sound: rec.me.

ART: Fish

Xin sky, on Sofa White Vibris barely driving in a twilight, sleep quietly

Sun rotten immature lemon in the sky hanging

If you are a stupid eblan, then I would not be afraid of the Internet

Because we are a different breed and it wounds to the fan of winters,

In March, Marta Tarano Pupin, we laughed at it as evil children

They spoiled to incense, again went to fight with bulls, they cut them

But always returned home to their Ariadnes.

where we just have not seen - in sleeping bedrooms, microdistrict, riadah,

Our torches are every day burned in the dark cells of the Favel, underwater subposamal cellars We and garages, decorating a brick of Jiy Marie Frangzhi, looking for a metal sales point a little more often than the girl g

there were such that and with the appearance of it seemed to be healthy, but in Palev, as a husk fell under the sphincter of the press,

We remained, because if you hear me, my death,

That Bulgarian with him, because I also have a steel spring.

And the hidden meaning is bad however

That he has an infinite number of interpretations

So give the same to choose that syllable that will awaken my desequeant and degrading nation

Give Luger to the right hand, and snuch like a psegulats, in order not to wander on these dark labyrinths of Favna

I reconciled a lot with what, so let me want to keep it on the main thing.

Sky saw everything, and otherwise it could not

But we were spitting on it, we didn't really complain the world,

not to say that we indignant to this fact, we answered him "mutually"

and in black metro tunnels like the bats of schnyryli, in vain on an ampir,

This track will ask for me as my autodfea, so that they hear those

whose facets and profiles slapped a copier in the department to hear those

who considered themselves almost fucking, but they were then, and now they remained deer,

Good evening, December, see, I'm all here, will soon be our last meeting,

Contrary to all pressures from the outside, I could not become different, because you came to kiss your flags, despite the injury, despite all the wounds, cuts, we carried this head in your hands

burning them to blisters, in the people trying to wake human, but those finely trembled and

We fell closer to the belts of our guides,

That's why give me the words that they will cross them.

And the hidden meaning is bad however

That he has an infinite number of interpretations

So give the same to choose that syllable that will awaken my desequeant and degrading nation

Give Luger to the right hand, and snuch like a psegulats, in order not to wander on these dark labyrinths of Favna

I reconciled a lot with what, so let me get to keep it.

And the hidden meaning is bad however, only those ...

Well, if you stretch, then everything went along the way, I got ride to us,

and the bodies of our dead enemies became the feed of swamp grass, and over them are planted with a vile black corona, muggy, municipality and memory, ice and a flaper, forget, I have 2000 names,

In the mouth of the fuck Pandora, carrying discord, on the stall of the spex - the explosions of nuclear wars,

My name is unfamiliar, and therefore there are conifers in this life ...