Текст песни Пак-Ман - Микробы

Book with her thoughts a leaf through
Pain killing, then I fly know
Where can I find the taste of freedom ahuevayu
Fatal outcome as the arrival of the tram

The taste of freedom, like the young years
We rude bullies freaks
Abandoned factories thoughts like snowmobiles
Uporotyh hay under a snowdrift on a try

Around one microbes, micro-world created by God
Our subway somewhere near at hand
But not a cop, it is somewhere inside us
Second-rate body, not the upper class

Sleepwalkers have fallen from the roof, further write
Maxim impregnated with smoke, we still hear
Hemp field in the yard that breathe
The underground heartbroken not hashish

Book with her thoughts a leaf through
Pain killing, then I fly know
Where can I find the taste of freedom ahuevayu
Fatal outcome as the arrival of the tram