Текст песни Lin - Оболонь

Baskil (Obolon)

And the corridors are just as noisy and smoky
Still confuses the smoke
Sore head
And we settled down here and took root
There somewhere the hymen burst, splashing with blood
And we are pretty happy with the game
That are connected by means of sound me with you
You choke on caviar
And here we are tightly covered
And fuck you alone or the whole colony
With music in harmony
Bits lightning strikes
Watch your attic beat in agony
Rhyme wagon
Notebooks in heat not in fire
At night, at the entrance, a dry forest will be knocked down by an obolon you are not a balon
Better question this balloon on a piece of paper
And a cartridge in the clip