Текст песни Satt - Выше голову

There is only one old man on Batlle,
He is here for the grandmother - not an innovator.
You are not to blame, that breaks wool.
It's such a fate. So that.

I stupidly endured the same crowd, same as you.
From me the same sense as the comma:
I really endow text: Tolkien and King West,
Battle - a pair for me - I am against all alone.

A! Strictly all drown!
A! My oriental bit!
The taste is toxic, suck for a fit!
Underground fused, you - the type of shit! A!

Text I have not written a lot, it is so little, but he was bitching,
It is enough, in order to carry in Battle each to the lower,
Fuck you all there, I have even lower corral,
To everyone understood who bitching.