Root - концентрат свободы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Give me, attack, attack, blow, share in half, rubbing in a throat, remember that someone had a handle on the lines and brought it up, someone warms up the solution. The creature parallel to the seasons, we will aim the concentrate of freedom into a cone, it will be enough for everyone for many years, and I pour in the wastewater with a veil. Start new tomorrow it will be today, when at the peak of the arrival you will forget that the types that are hiding from the city are fashionable, you will see in the blink of an eye. Laughter to everyone for a fun, I merge with interference, soon I will completely leave for a milestone, I will remain Dahah, the lines on someone’s gardus spoiled. But you turned these bits, it means not in vain the flame of psychonautics is not a guess, and it is not in vain that health is spoiled in absentia.