Текст песни Темный и Джин - Жара

Noon, fawn, sun pallets
Hellfire directed to melt correctly
Melt the main alphabet of feats
Plame squeezes out a breath exhale
Exhale inhale (chemistry) hey
Occupational therapy is bullshit
Infization satellites here are not degrees
Go fuck the bitches (Water you sail)
Close up minus yourself
Rostov-Batya, Mother Odessa
Stuffy, intimate soul
At one moment he got under the press
I'm like a local presa dried up it's a dream
Blind in unison with the sun, drink juice
Sand pouring from the walls of the heat of summer
Burns thoughts, cooling the flakes with ashes