Муравей - Самоизоляция - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I will drive you on the glass I will hang myself on the wall

Durman city dance lights Voice My words are not mine

Out of attraction outside you outside the infection outside the earth

Do not smoke to fasten your belts look night

I am lost in the crowd, untie my hands, I burrow in the snow, I hate spring

I got lost in the taiga of my plans

I fucked up call the orderlies

In pockets crumpled dust in the hands of the Orthodox trembling

On the face is a happy motive and on the street typhus and rain

The director mixes the sound silence provokes a scream

Stairs of the back handrails of hands hour peak rush hour

I am lost in the crowd, untie my hands

I'm buried in the snow, I hate spring

I got lost in the taiga of my plans, I fucked up call the orderlies

At night, honed snoring in the morning hysterical laughter

Sound insulation social system Self -isolation Public poison of oligophrenia throughout Russia Oligophrenia from Crimea to Siberia

Three puffs of green sleep allergies Spring

I am lost in the crowd, untie my hands

I'm buried in the snow, I hate spring

I got lost in the taiga of my plans, I fucked up call the orderlies