Текст песни ОУ74 - Pastor Napas

In glassy beauty with the concrete power of Babilan
I preferred a scorched pit
Native Chelyaba or within the pride
But we're blowing up here like the Taliban didn't blow up Alqaed

so day after day, until the finish line X8

Angels, demons sat on their shoulders
Pure in pursuit was flawless
28th cold summer
Razor blade between darkness and light
Month, cold light under your feet
The night will not hold us
The morning will swallow.
New new day day and drugs
Broken rungs of the skill.
Let it seem to fly
Money gray in the city
Where there is no reason to live
The floors will put on the sky.
Look there,
The cops are driving like the wind.
Different speech, appearance, dirty language
Deceit in immortalized fates
Where is this faith born of light
The part of me looking for fire.

And you run, run, run if you can
Just find find, find what is more dear to you
And you run, run, run if you can
Just find find find ...

so day after day, until the finish line X8