Текст песни Подпольная Агрессия - Зима накрыла бумагой

Winter is covered with paper
The thin little world of your problems
I am standing with a sword
Free paper
You get the sign for Mem
Thoughts are off, thought to die
The eternal problem of those days
I forgot I do not know
Whose is that voice, whose?
Examining thoughts on paper
Metastases my name
Still funny as the online saga
After all, everything went perfectly.
Vremechno freaks
And I once here
Every day you have a birth
Paper is very fond of flattery
Background carpet on paper utoptany sperm
It is a time of magic
Here you have the first prize
I swallow snot hear screams
Behind the wall behind you like
Your shit in the woods like a snot cries over the forest
If you are still alive
The word all is well
And I still remember
Everything went