Текст песни Pastor Napas - Беги

The beauty of glass concrete power of Babylon
I chose, I chose scorched pit.
Native Chelyaba
(Lim within the Pride)
But we are here because we explode,
As the Taliban did not blow and the mayor.

So every day to finish x8

Angels, demons sat on shoulders
Pure desire, God is perfect
28 cold summer
The blade, razor between darkness and light.
Month,
cold light under his feet.
Night of us together,
Morning swallow.
New-new day-day money, drugs
Broken stairs skills.
(Let like tiat (?!)
Money gray in the city)
Where there is no reason to live
In the sky will be dressed floors.
Look look,
Cops chase the wind.
Different speech, appearance, dirty swearing
The fate of deceit perpetuated
About where this faith is born by the light