Текст песни Padla Bear Outfit - 2012

will soon be 12th year
what will happen
something will happen
will soon be 12th year
And the engine is roar
And the engine is roar
will soon be 12th year
I do not want to turn
I do not want to turn

sticky fingers to thin, fragile shoulders,
Try not to go with money executions,
stupid itching in the bones, settling in the mouth,
will soon be 12th year

Machine rebellion
broken showcases, everywhere bonfires from tires,
semi-empty centers, deserted outskirts,
Who hears? Here! We have three wounded
seven torn seals, seven channels,
My kitchen has become a bedroom for zombie marginals,
My children became orphans, friends were missing,
I'm looking for slicing slices in the vision of this area
Fires!
every forty-seven steps,
intestinal intestine banks, burned stocks,
My creditors in the age will not pay with me,
Fires!