Текст песни Климбатика - Запах Бежевого Дыма

The smell of beige smoke

As if the abyss inside out,
Like a black hole.
The smell of beige smoke
Fills the subsoil of sleep.
Hydrogen shackles
Funny mortal gas.
Speeding the iceclock nerves
And introduce you to ecstasy.

Bright fire
In nervous eyes
And behind his back
Feel fear

Fear zombies and treats
Fear - weapons of kings,
Fear clings to the shoulders
From the first to last days.
Fear invisibly rules the world
Fear filled the bottom area.
The smell of beige smoke
Hugs the saint of sleep.