Текст песни Gillia - Кто твой брат по морозильной камере...

Who is your brother in the freezer
Usually you we eat the meat with a fork but there can be hands
when the banal set of curses does not help
come to grips sets of advertising companies Screwdriver sets
kits for electric drills kitchen knives safe pillows
to reduce the loss of population
and the audience did not sweat in front of industry experiencing for the accuracy of national ideas
in which I want to believe
sitting on the chair smoothly and all for whom there
load savior worlds
all who have been given a trained only eat food healthy all excited residents micro-volnovok
but in my mind as a computer in the trash heap of crumpled paper wads I am a slave format ti-ti-ex and here I am in a trap
and you just aching slaves contrived self-diggings
smakovateli themselves so dull
individual musorschiik slowly drifting in his line, and it does not matter you are a coward or a labor-style
 still it's you for me and I for Presov you do not prus
we are afraid to stand like a statue and tight are tapping distress signals
more boredom than the desire to do something to someone to go against and no shortage of funds from the fear of the consequences
 because their opinion is so lightly that not go against Mavrodi that build parody
beat the threshold is much many in any weather but better pull up your hands and lie down on a baking tray
Then what are you City
your gentle slopes your opinion shackled opinion of many, like you agree with this here's temptations
Let me offer a piece of raw meat