Текст песни КНДР - Мусор с лобового стекла

Hello, I am a new hero from your nightmares,
The ghost of the street route, now your heart is one for two.
Cyanide potassium, someone brewing and ceiling,
I was on the highway destined to meet the last call.

Sovie my ancestors about fucking paradise and afterlife,
Sweets from tablets and how you feel sorry to tell them all.
Create the illusion of sadness, and if let go - do not remember ever
What now I'm just rubbish from your windshield.

On the corner of the empty desk two red carnations, the exam in the institute.
Hang posters will surrender my things into elite shelter,
And you will dream of the noise of brakes until the last day.
You are my killer, no one will defams you from this thoughts.

Sovie my ancestors about fucking paradise and afterlife,
Sweets from tablets and how you feel sorry to tell them all.
Create the illusion of sadness, and if let go - do not remember ever
What now I'm just rubbish from your windshield.