Текст песни tsvrs - антилэнд

antiland

Nameless
Loser
I would go to bed with that
Who doesn't know us
Pretended to
By fast train
What rushes
To the south poles

I am aching with my voice to the pole

Half a year of the day and half a year of the night

And girlfriends thin voices

Half a year spring and half a year autumn

Fooled
Himself
Dissolved
And doesn't know us
Pretended to
Flight attendant
What rushes
What rushes
To the south poles

I am aching with my voice to the pole

Half a year of the day and half a year of the night

And thin voices of girlfriends

Half a year spring and half a year autumn