Текст песни Стейсон - Красный прилив

Swim at the beach, on the side
In this sea of ​​so many mouths need food
Stop vandal, Roma looks into the distance
Red tide, this day I have been waiting for

Gathered in a heap a lot of digging, a lot of mouths to feed
Chew silence, that did not come out with jaw grooves
Here you can find the dogs, owls meet
Some of them whine and bark, do not dream at night

Others shout rap my dad my father
Rap took them so postebatsya rap villain
All the red tape in the hands of the gang
Red tide, no red sauce, OK

Light bright, blinding libitelyam hip Hapal
Their eyes are red from the light and not of the drape
Rostut as a weed in an underwater abyss
Each extends closer to the sun mediocrity

Well at least I found the tide
With a serious muzzle pulled below the hood
Povozhu little hands on the water
And lift your top rolling stone