Mc Mif - Уховёртка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

He writes a lot of people with pomp, a computer, this pump does not fall, releases the albums in any kind of miles, who is calmly sitting in the catacomb for six months, who copies the opium in the trench, the broken bit fence, and not copies, homegrown doping, not sophisticated top -Hit in the field, which was drank, in addition, the scuba cities turned back to each other, back in the introtele, without much effort, presented in a picturesque way, how Silos transformed, reborn, life traced to gray hair, in old age I will take the old stylet, On the path of the Paladin, I will go through the race all this almost a sur, beads to throw in front of pigs? - Yes, everything fell through, every third focus passes under the sign of the conflict of worlds, prayed, you, into a Biz burst together Vetal and myth, you catch Battle from the innovators, and a drop of water that you poured today could save your life tomorrow, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Open your eyes, life moves back into the feudal system, a far system, a thunderstorm over Troy, the bazaar is being sold by Cassandra, the times are strange, vague, wanderers, satellites on a large road in space confused countries, they are impressed, as if they were paying for this work, with with, with Grandmans are indignant on the outskirts of the outskirts, the ghouls roam on the outskirts, smoke so rubbish that the chickens are dying, sometimes a shot is stuck behind the farm - here is life in real life, but in parallel the time flows in another dimension, over the ancient rails, burned boiler rooms, in rifs, where Wolves and bears, on old shooters, crowns, slums, even in huts from a spruce, abandoned beaches where you lie down, and do not feel earthly friction, burden, time, human tribe, but only the process of burning underground peat - torn from the world, in sandy sand Careers, spitting in a career, equally half-blessings, half-lives on their territory are sitting in front of monitors, stealing other people's melodies, put on everything and everything according to their own method, drive the vodara, avoid symposia, Kolobodes, immediately live in winter, weaved homonyms For the linguistic sumo, "they are the discharge of civilization", "just neurosis, non -healing, shame of the nation", are they SOR? - But why their horizons are wide, and yours are a pass between the paragraphs, our tsunami, nowhere to go, the shares are growing in the price of the administration "Who are these people, that they are engaged in the trepanation of the new century?" Vetal -maniac and mythodia scorch from the guns, you are a parody of us on the embankment down, we are the Blinds of the wordobludia ...