Текст песни Noize MC - 11. Кислотный дождь

The hydrometeorological center adjusted again:
Cold wind in drainpipes
Howled his song, trembling with trembling bass -
Such music is not put in clubs.
Someone not very kind upstairs
I mixed for you a tougher cocktail:
Our volumes will very soon turn into a square -
We will bubble on the pavement like tarragon.

Chorus:
Acid rain
Toxic drops
Cut like a knife
He melted the polymers.
And we are like a token
Someone thrown into the fire:
Umbrella - sieve,
And in a puddle - our skin integument.

Rags slid down clothes.
My chin is on your crown.
And two palms in one handle so stuck
As if this is at least for some reason needed.
Fallen birds, leaves and pH.
Above us is the sky and bare knitting needles.
We so dreamed of completely dissolving in each other -
So here he is, the last chance with you is ours.

Chorus.