КЕДР - Трассеры и панчи - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

At the 25th hour of the process, consciousness allows deviations, fixed in the presets of the magnifier,

Well, in fact, however, it is not a grumble here, for the 7th month of the winter is not stupid, it is stupid,

Oh yes, here the alcohol and magnetic alcohol - then the dead muzzle leads to the fuck,

And here, without your wisdom and cunning, I can’t get stupidly, so come on, lead me,

Lead me with a booming wet corridors, where the letters E is cut off the rubber from the heart of the transformer,

Lead on the ground between the quiet dogs, cloaking burning, a drop of moisture on the lips and dim lamps of shacks,

From the beaches of Krasnoglinya to marble, the hotels of Balchug, where Ushkuev oars, Langskipov, islands and shine of drowned chain mail, on the nearest island.

Our missiles will dissect your radars in the grottoes,

Cities will be empty with the air signal,

The weather forecast here looks like yesterday's day,

The sky is low, the bush-grimen beard,

and in these wastelands federals does not stable Bumble Claud Tripi Hop

He is softened, dopamines of the beam

Therefore, in cover there are two Magingelers,

Before the tag, they are packed with punch.

We fill the ribbons with punch, which cauterize all of the sick, kvyol, fan,

They are like a sip of water in the desert for seekers and sighted, those who are used to pumping resources,

my road is not easy- along soaked pallets through puddles to heaven,

then for the roll, beyond the sky, the crown is great,

Under it, the glasses of juniper thorns, I wanted to be the first, take it,

Lead the supports of the bridge, which is unsteady hanging over the buried currants,

Lead along the paths made of chopped cookies of gas -winged blocks of shores of sour, whitish like a veil of Morgan and as a mood of Odin

In when all the compasses break, the polar will drag out the gmar, and the moss falls off from all sides, not only from the north, and then burning, burning, burning, and burning.