ЛСП - Imperial ЛСП - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The floor of the sky is blue and the city of the gold was promoted to me again and again

To be with me in a clip

Everything seems to be like a selection: Peter 1, Louis, Crosses

But in fact, a cockerel, a bastard and a rat, a tail around “I don’t believe anyone, like a fucking Thomas, because this heap of the poor cripples

Do not build an empire of fucking, while the king Roman and I am prophetic Oleg rules it.

You are white and gray, like geese, but, even being in Guchi, you will not save your Rome.

I'm sorry and understand, but our style is us, your style is us, you, you suck our style,

As if mosquitoes, you are stealing chips, like Charles’s corals, we are here,

So that the rules of the game are completely broken, like the tangles of the guitar, we are like punks ourselves -

Do not die, this is our imperial cavalry, our whole imperial army

Will not collect you, young fans are waiting for us - we will play. " © LS