Текст песни Аркучи - Аура

Queue to nowhere

At the very end of the crowd is my other self

It's a symphony

These are thoughts about the eternal, endless problems

The leaf is checkered, the brain hides them

Snow falls on the spire of high-rise buildings

And nanorunning of these types will not leave

The chronicle has been republished

The pads are empty

The Chinese eye is shooting all these body engines

The virgin didn’t want it that way, she hesitated and rolled

It doesn’t happen temporarily, there’s a vice in the temples

This is an evil blizzard

No matter how spontaneously she wanders around the apartments

Aura for the mower

Hey, wait, I'm busy, mobile phone is on tap

Understand this lane is so deep that it cuts all the atoms of consciousness

Spirit cannot save us

Replying to the promise

New holes in trousers and eyes that are always slanted

These drops of dew are powerless before barefoot

Why are you squeezing there bro?

More like an embankment

Why are you squeezing there bro?

Why are you squeezing there bro?

More like an embankment

Don't lie to yourself that willpower is a bomb

You're hammering, breaking branches, rummaging through the catacombs

No need to lie to everyone that you got out of debt

What if scan then sort

If the Guinness record

Don't lie to yourself that willpower is a bomb

You're hammering, breaking branches, rummaging through the catacombs

No need to lie to everyone that you got out of debt

What if scan then sort

If the Guinness record

Your ideas are the core

Quietly growing into the ground, probably it's genes

Dad was in a hurry from his shift

Have you cooked in Kuchino?

With your heap you have lost all fear

Running behind you from potholes to rehabs

Slowly the escalator drags a dumb body

Somewhere to nowhere

There’s no reason to go there and about nothing

This is how years of copies pass behind your shoulder

They heat so hot

Copies over your shoulder

They heat so hot

They heat so hot

This sleepless night shrouded in fog

New drama in trend, don't wait for your son, mom

Snotty calm in the clans

Propane smells

The docks are all gone

The street understood the street was calling us

Trampled into the ground again and gave birth again

And gave birth again

Don't lie to yourself that willpower is a bomb

You're hammering, breaking branches, rummaging through the catacombs

No need to lie to everyone that you got out of debt

What if scan then sort

If the Guinness record

Don't lie to yourself that willpower is a bomb

You're hammering, breaking branches, rummaging through the catacombs

No need to lie to everyone that you got out of debt

What if scan then sort

If the Guinness record