Текст песни Bitljuice - Соломинка

Loss is acquisition
Pleasant limit
Sacred outputs value
Stitched in lunar skin.

Down with the poison of hobbies
Scattering grasses of admission
And we will drink through the straw
Our new meaning at the dawn.

Grooved wolf berries,
My exposure skull poisons.
From sticky tears of trembling sputum
Flowers cats will be blown.

But you are not picked by a pin -
Where we are incomprehensible - will be paradise.
Your ray you are in the heart of the sky directions -
And they will stroke us whales.