Текст песни Клим Московский - Призма

Chorus:

I would not allow myself to drive for loved ones
There has never been such a thing in my life
And there will never be how many fates there were, but we will not

I'm not a zombie to you, my brain washed
I won’t give it, not to fight - not Votan, let those die
Kholivar rumbled, and the electorate as before awaits envelopes

1 verse.

Penate is full of wine - under it "Fenita"
Right now, with me, swallowed on an empty stomach -
In the morning you are on kochi
True, be more careful
Wordblood X*Rnya, remember. My God, seem to live!

Life Fairy Tale: Friday manual
The house was equipped with plasma, and refusal - movement on red
"Home roaming", not dumb guests to bring
What is Surstremming? And what about the fact that the network was held?

You tell me: how did we live in those days?
They pulled out of the pit like Zhilin Kostylin
He is my brother, like you, we are incredibly happy for you
And so to meet an employee of the Ministry of Truth

And what? You are not p*ZDI!
Another Western - people like you have seen at the bottom of the river
Resistance to the grave!
Fakila was not enough!
Your body, cattle, was adjusted to Bacillah's food

Chorus: (2x)

I would not allow myself to drive for loved ones
There has never been such a thing in my life
And there will never be how many fates there were, but we will not

I'm not a zombie to you, my brain washed
I won’t give it, not to fight - not Votan, let those die
Kholivar rumbled, and the electorate as before the envelopes await