Smokey, tell them
Those at the bottom, those at the top
White blues is what I'm feeling now
Eight-one-two
The city is as raw as a plate of sashimi
White skin plays, glistens with sweat in rough mode
My furry paws in their hive
Yesterday's vows were torn apart, torn apart
Dead in love, but not really lived yet
This track flies to the sky without wings
To hell with everyone who didn't believe
We weren't taught to dream here
Instead of an intro - the sound of a broken door
I'm from generation X, I found myself among the bushes
And among the desperate eyes of the brothers, burning water
How else could this music be born, tell me, huh?
A fresh player made a big deal, bazaar
But I lost my sense of smell in just a year
To many hunters for a new life
Now a short time has been measured
I lasted about twenty
And I stay, son, I’m so happy!
Smokey, tell them! Smokey, tell them
Smokey, tell them! Those at the bottom and those at the top
Smokey, tell them! Smokey, tell them
Smokey, tell 'em yeah
The city is as raw as a plate of sashimi
White skin plays, glistens with sweat in rough mode
My furry paws in their hive
Yesterday's vows were torn apart, torn apart
Dead in love, but not really lived yet
Smokey, tell them
Those who are below and those at the top, e
White blues
