Текст песни E.S.T. x G19 - Замкнутый круг

[G19 Hook 1]
Give
We sound
and sunset
In our closed circle

[G19]
Sitting at the table, catching notes
Versed in the head sine wave sounds
I'm happy about it, and deign
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Do not interfere! I catch ecstasy
That will allow to plunge into relaxation,
But plunging into a deep trance
I do not notice how time is running so fast

While I align the subwoofer bass
My ears are taking a pass from the speakers
It seems to be cool, class
Ready to die of happiness, only let one o'clock

And a couple of cups of coffee early in the morning,
For in the eyes of friends, I did not seem too cloudy
But in a world of metaphors I feel comfortable
After all, sometimes my brain storm covers

[G19 Hook x2]
We know your taste
The only muse
So let the time
Remove the load from the shoulders

[Bulletproof]
Passed through the rhythm of the chest shots
Arrange inside of genres battle
Let the sound pulses of your heart torn out
But decibels would not dare to perish in the midst of

See all tastefully Pina Colada
The music of our good kolaydy
So we have a rest with his team
Staying grounded if the company collapsed

Create a mania like Play Mafia
With the help of words build your own hierarchy
You feel that there is two ways smacks?
Then cut in the track and thought through quantifiers

Adequately through ear membrane
Flowing waves of only the main
These words do not sting weaker python
I noticed how you feel frisson

[G19 Hook x2]
Give
We sound
and sunset
In our closed circle

[DNL]
We were standing in front of a large crowd
They shouted to us as if experiencing pain
To disperse through the veins of stagnant blood
And by the power of our people raised right eyebrow

But we are a force of resistance like a rheostat
Recent releases all the forced break off
They want us to poetry, power and leveling
But do not take away from us the truth and virtue, Brac

Slowly developing, this is our progression
Do not be surprised written a positive review
After all, our creativity trenchant blade pierces
When we are multifaceted with respect to songs

We will not stop the red lights
No op, no noise and no sound of a metronome
And all the shakes at the sight of a burning microphone
Who can not stand the pressure cherished & quot; power of the word & quot;

[G19 Hook x2]
We know your taste
The only muse
So let the time
Remove the load from the shoulders