Prince Xvtt - DROP - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The line in the hand is spinning a burning match.

Accumulated in the microphone as a copy.

Sparks from the eye of a thunderstorm cloud, I am a cobra under opium, all the codes and colokhum in the throat of a coma, the crowds swell like a drowned -up, it’s not happy to stop everything, join or stop, take this ragged tired world, take by the ears and dick with with a dick with You can fuck with your mouth with your mouth, a flute on the knee, from the cells of the animals hidden to the will, to the ground the sky, the ribbons of the bullets in the knee rape, I Hater of these topics, the dementors suck my death, I ordered me the Weider from the face of the universe to erase this land, copels Vakabular, I bite these galaxies like the krones, the merias of the vhhuy of the light behind the great, and I do not take out from two hands.