Текст песни SAYFEAR - QUIET PLACE

(I)

The face is all in the blood

Try to find

I am hiding in the shade

Quiet place, don't make noise here

The gang is looking for problems

Salms into the sky

As if on the way true

On the way, on the way, on the way true



Do not wash off your hands from dirt

From the face, moisture is dripping from the face

In the octagon it becomes crowded

I understand that all this is real

His mother desire

Build an empire

There are many things

I didn't notice them

There are so many screams

Cut out of the way

Inner voice

Tells me: "Shut up"



I renew plans

Again and again

I will return everything to the beginning

Circle-circle alone my victims

There is no sense in forgiveness

Sins are all visible

There is no salvation in the prayer

There is no power in flight

You do not know the laws

Teach cops

(From extreme to extreme)

The sound changes more often

Than the laws of the scoop

Sleeping mode

I am translating time back

Eternal hungry

Return everything back

Ruble for the dollar

Money for a bag

Bag for another

Change the currency

OPPs to parts

They are like samples

OPPA to pieces

Semi -fins in place



Heavy starts

Started in cubes

And finish there

Banks are full of Fipi base

Light agreements, do not palm ID

The paths past the cash register

We went around this scheme

The paths past the cash register

We went around this scheme



There are many masks on them (SKI MASK)

Like special forces

Around the smoke

Our Mandem hides that it is from us

Around silhouettes

The lumen is not visible

We break the systems

Ghetto-secrets

The fives rattles, shackles, shackles and chains

The cage is so crowded and their thrill is heard

Kentu is not enough, presses even more, as if, as if Cerberus

As if Cerberus

Don't go to my center

You break the receptor



This is my quiet place

Quiet place

With combat on business, in the shade we are we

The wrong step and you are all in the blood

This is my quiet place

Quiet place

Gradually to the bottom

I block the connections

I am hiding from everyone

So that it does not find sadness

(Dear, dear sadness)

Always on the garter, in contacts serious connections

There are a lot of falsehood in these matters, dirt

Oppa somewhere on the far, scum

All that they do is throw phrases

There are so many materials, I need gases

Your problems are my orders

I left the circle, I went through all the phases