Текст песни HighStyle - Махаон

I wake up, get stuck, eat tabla with tea
The weather outside the window is not bad, don't give a fuck
Where there used to be bochs-ash crumbs
Body in trip mode from, energodota

On the block, guys don't buy out a lot of moves
The containers are empty, the cars underestimate
We quietly bring down under the sabchik in the night like on sonars
I haven’t been the first one even been to the Canary Islands,

Seychelles, Caribbean, Sardines and psychedels
I saw in my life a wild grotesque from isotherms
Swinging to the beat of a heart double rhythm
I am inserted by my life paradigm

// Move Poles to Heaven
There you will be greeted by a multi-colored butterfly
Swallowtail will envelop with an empty wing
And it will take you to the land of forgotten dreams

Eat lizer thoughts will bloom on easy pizi
Who is not in the subject ole = barely be afraid to google the term
Paranoia at gunpoint as a queen rules anger
But while in the chains of the chains of permissive laws

Do you want a store? Will be storre! We involuntarily drown in the field
For cats, we are in Athos minus twenty in complete shock
Way back up the mountain, woe, charge'a no, I can't smell my legs
Ultraluck lives in me, the snowmobile is taking home

Homey night solo yolo train swallowtail
Looking for prowls I put the line, permanently it is a bath
I wake up and flutter my flakes with tea
Outside the window fire weather waking up from winter coma