Текст песни Раскол Мыслей - Грязь

This is dirt on the bits.
Shipped - not short.
Brother, no, not Georgia.
Shot - not Tupi.
Feet in hand and run.
Stool under the sheets.
These dark yards replace our dreams.
Hell dogs get out of the basement.
Lyrics - soul from the gloomy quarter.
You are with friends in Astral. From under the ground, get it out.
After a fear, I will become like a thunder.
Rada on the mud - Fenix here in touch.
From caustic smoke your language knits.