Текст песни Дымный тип - Грязный фло

The world is sick but
This high milk kid cooks
The city hosted a total cleaning
Phone and rotten bones of decomposition
From the north to the east
Laid a hellish road
on oboinu is a lady of forty
Face in the hands of a bottle of ammonia
According to her the doors of the morgue Plachat
It takes away into the distance Volga hearse
Anxiety in positions trashes
Tanirovanny bowl silver
Sdes world without ringing coins
Go to Rem Digga buy a concert ticket
2 or 3 hundred do not know exactly
It was like a strangely well, just dumb
But still destined to emissions into the box
High-rise buildings, each of filth in your head beetles
When the tear to pieces
Mother's tears will be bitter
Blood River is all nonsense
All debts are
While zybuchai Sands
The old men sit taverns
Students harness blogs
Gray walls and urban life
Think if you remove the trash
And Pick up to the Temple
What do you see out there ????

Created OPG razosholsya at the seams
How I do not understand myself!
Smoke will scatter to the winds
The head 13 has bedlam!
(2x)
I do not mushroom
Constant fucking not dosyp
Devra creaking
from white to red smooth izgim
Like the voice of the red but not yet extinguished
A lot of the masses and their gray phrases
as I promised recorded vocals
Many slept not conjured home
He dressed in Carnival
with smoky padika sebal
The door of the elevator is closed
we bottle nolpyatogo Aubum liters
Tutu orbit and bits
The concrete walls of the maze
Not sustain this rhythm
in my head a thousand built algorithms
Eye sockets have been killed
beard shaved
The door is closed, as a tomb with a board made of granite

Created OPG razosholsya at the seams
How I do not understand myself!
Smoke will scatter to the winds
The head 13 has bedlam!
(2x)