Overdose on brother's face
There is gas in the lungs, we are looking for drugs
Precipitation, according to the forecast hail again
This is the station of no return
Overdose on brother's face
There is gas in the lungs, we are looking for drugs
Precipitation, according to the forecast hail again
This is the station of no return
Morning again, the light fell on the bodies
Houses climbed out of the pits
This is our interplanetary business
My bus stop Shambhala
My space brother is mad
He then went to the States or died
I don't remember exactly, but it was spring
The moon is in the ceiling, I'm in a sleep trap
He then sat on freelance, by the way
Or on a mattress in an empty hut
Expressed himself through watercolors
Seeing stars through peepholes
Here everyone is harsh like Tyson
The bird won't fly, don't smile
For us, only agility is valuable
Miners are crazy, privateers know how to live
Overdose on brother's face
There is gas in the lungs, we are looking for drugs
Precipitation, according to the forecast hail again
This is the station of no return
Overdose on brother's face
There is gas in the lungs, we are looking for drugs
Precipitation, according to the forecast hail again
This is the station of no return
Under the skin I hide the inside
We fight for a place in the subway car
What is absorbed by the lungs
Beautiful nearby, but forbidden
I'm loyal like a puppy
Loving but always waiting for a kick
And between what is soulless
Hope I see as if a stain
The darkness in the corner told me
That every first traitor, but not all
And I saw it and not far away
Blade Runner Walking to the River
I ate the earth in search of treasure
PTZ is outside the Moscow Ring Road
Smoking alone on the verge of decay
This world is a branch of hell
Overdose on brother's face
There is gas in the lungs, we are looking for drugs
Precipitation, according to the forecast hail again
This is the station of no return
Overdose on brother's face
There is gas in the lungs, we are looking for drugs
Precipitation, according to the forecast hail again
This is the station of no return
Overdose on brother's face
There is gas in the lungs, we are looking for drugs
Precipitation, according to the forecast hail again
This is the station of no return
Overdose on brother's face
There is gas in the lungs, we are looking for drugs
Precipitation, according to the forecast hail again
This is the station of no return