Текст песни Бледнолицый Панама - Горит асфальт

The asphalt is burning under the legs, on the faces of the dirt
They all fuck, if only you rose
Don't even think about sleeping or nap
There is nothing to look in the pockets

Dirty puddles, night squeezed roof blanket
In barracks wind and chemped rain these children
Castet, Nagan Blade, All Cargo Cartridges
Soon one of the convinced will bloom

Hoods with a look from under the forehead
Clothes tanks on the souls of the wound
On wounds salt surnila mom
Immunity easy to hide from Babylon trail
Children Destroy Plant Communist Hi

The asphalt is burning under the legs, on the faces of the dirt
They all fuck, if only you rose
Sons of Pasu.