Текст песни Типси Тип и Zambezi - Мясорубка

Soon the sunset those who can not be named men
Where we ran - the roots penetrate the asphalt branches
We prohibit manage
And the medical board will put the mark
What do you give a tablet
Tempted seeker secrets delicious
He opened the box with the truth, could not help but to nablevat
Recognize the relationship
The work is not hard labor?
This is because you think there is even smokes matrix
But everything about the same, scratching his crown
What we want to say Wachowski brothers
Probably it was in Che theme
Sorry for the simplicity
Yes, to have understood all of me, the terms will not dazzle
You Outline on the walls, and here we lay a
We control all the sticky hands of the shadows
Enveloped like plants
Think about it - where are they?
Moron or Genius - fuck you, too, in the system
And your province in the list of possessions
Oh, I wish I did not believe in it, like a baby
Only now and no steps back
However, to become blunt - I know where to get the telly

[Zambezi]

Sodium chloride open wounds - burns my blood
And anhydrous cranes will give no fountains
To force us all to shout