Текст песни LemLIS - Облака

Dusty euphoria bags and glasses
All the sticks get better in the morning upset
Kneading in the Caucasus with Skinheads
Instead of whom are we here on the ground cunting about even a?

Mon amore on exchanges with yard
I rub for dust so that the weekend is fun
The profit has evaporated - you need to stir up the oblique again
In the eyes of bonfires, let through the liters

Can you make a couple besides poking
On a one-on-one basis I will explain to you that you are faceless
On drives we can move, behind your amigo bazaar
I'm not hiding behind my back, I'm not like you

 all shito-indoor-people so many overlapping
Shiz, jumping off the cornice — and a generation slain
my rhythm is in rhythm
I am not afraid not of the cloud, come to us to be killed

Marker clouds
Clouds under you all fields with poppies
The prison house is clouds like smoke, you are gray
You are in heaven in your position