Deen White - Флешбэки - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Through the cold black earth

The roots kept growing into the soil

I was dancing under the acid rain

What is relics

I was tightening the noose tighter

From fragments of memory

I was equating everything to zero

It hurt so much

Flying up into the sky like a bird

I looked at the world with a grin

Flying wide with wings

Flying to Olympus

The heart with the track beats in time

The lights changed like a harmony

Kiloton kilowatts

Again erases me into dust

Summer is filled with flashbacks, you can be good, a dead man) but not a person, choosing a vector you immediately forget those who betrayed you, sincerity is a rare thing, how can you complain to someone

For all your sins there will be a righteous man with the old law , straight to hell or against the wind, only in the subway do thoughts of a rich life visit you, don't look for answers, rumination is your perpetual motion machine

The sounds of old vinyl have become the soundtrack to my life, I'll take a tight drag so that it kills me properly, I look people in the eyes and see how their souls have rotted from the inside, tell me where I can find the strength

To get rid of the dust, not to lie quietly in the grave,

So that I am not condemned, inhabitants of the blue world

Thoughts in my head are getting louder

starts to grimace quite a bit

(Haha, some kind of fucking fuck again)

Summer is filled with flashbacks, you can be good, a dead man) but not a human being, choosing a vector you immediately forget those who betrayed you, sincerity is a rare thing, how can you complain to someone

For all your sins there will be a righteous man with the old law , straight to hell or to meet the wind, only in the subway do thoughts about a rich life visit you, don't look for answers, rumination is your perpetual motion machine