Текст песни Brick Bazuka - А Какой Итог

Cracks of wax and gear here are too rivy
Golden blots, "Where did the fickles from?" - My question
I do not need an intermediary for faith
We must know the measure, you need Russia faithful
My wet in the morning
We look in the windows and fuck sent TV
Do not tell me how to live
The right guarders in lies, not friends with them
Swing high-storey towers
Preachers Credible with persons important
Outside Syrus, Sero, North
Under the morning to burn the thief
Someone dump it time
We worship water free
And I see how it becomes fashionable
Smoke dense blows these catacombs
We are rapo tons, in the end you smoke about what we