Текст песни СЛОТ feat DJ Mike Crystal - Гранатовый Сок

Pomegranate juice

We from death and from the glory
On the verge
Echo fight knocking on the right
Well - now and in the left temple
Suddenly there is a fire and attracts
In the new eyes
Perhaps soon, and it will not be
Yes, this is my first fear

Flickering fire
On the ragged lips
Sparks contact any exposed palm
In cold hands
Love in War
Last sip
In a grenade, lose soldiers
Pomegranate juice

Predicting advance truth
True to the news
Time again divided into two
the fact that it is
Dry drops dull smoldering
Ashes in the eyes
And weaker and weaker all
My last fear

Flickering fire
On the ragged lips
Sparks contact any exposed palm
In cold hands
Love in War
Fatal roll
Splinter grenades. Goes somewhere
In a hungry sand
Pomegranate juice