Текст песни KILLWeeK - Сжатый Воздух

you thought Kwik different goodness? Nooo
I'm the type that drives in the trail leg yeah
I think his head, which was where your ass
because you passed the threshold, and your way is back
Breathe, as long as you do not kerf artificial device
Breathe until gills allow
how to breathe like a fish or a toad
I am not greedy for Punch and the rastaschat
the idea finally can, blows bashnyuyuyu
Marcel has not yet realized what I'm older
if you are a city, then all the shakes
Compressed air from the compression mixture
alcohol-pyanyuschey everything in a mess
goes out to dance, and it became fun
All families are friends, and we do that than it is.
then an hour in the winter after the new year
you go out on the street and the rest of the floor city
for you in the next, like the pursuit
the wind blows you in the snout, it's not the weather
not to eat, not eat you, apparently drunk
drank much, drunk too much invented
and you were driven by the pursuit of surprise
why the farther into the forest, the more logs
your breast is compressed in the cold
you could not breathe, yes
Of course, and you would give anything now!
for the warmth and breath of fresh air.