Текст песни Echo - Песчаная буря

From painka to phlegmatics
Walk through acute pebbles
Rap Sacrificial Altar
I will fall here on a drop
Peers wink, work
But for me it is a voluntary slave in the copy
I am building illusion
But from me will not come out a copyfield
Stupid became, I think about the browser with the word opera
I drove myself, need a pause until I died so
Spiritual tips, concerts of poor comedians
The end and price of my words are not worth
Total residents
seventeen years of poor imposition
No self-medication
All from shit to smile, swing
And if anyone is looking for himself in the desert, nomad, then I fool
After all, I will erase the first sandstorm