Текст песни Dimaestro - Мячи

I do not care who, what say
I do not care who, not say anything about that.
We will be kicking until we lie, like balls.
I do not care who hears, spit, who did not look.
There are a body without a soul, or the soul without the body.

Chorus:
Roll balls along all the streets.
Dreaming about winning not much blown away.
Roll, roll - think - "do"!
Play, play as with the balls!

The multi-colored glasses for colorless roads capitals.
We were taught to catch cranes, releasing tits.
Breaking forward, you retreat mirror.
We were sent into battle without ammunition and grenades without.

Here, each prisoner, and everyone came here myself.
And whoever does not remove glasses - similar to the balls.
And every 2nd afraid of truthful speech.
God, how many, God, how many balls !!!!