Текст песни ToKris feat Jolly Bob - события небытия

We are sad faces
In this capital city
Kolpakov and will lay in the illusion die

We are not rats and we do not fall low
We create a range of community
And there is no sense palitsya
Palitsya as that is not the topic
And in the theme score Shtaket to the limit

To flew
To the sky
Right under the most stars
Straight knee-deep in the mire of emotions
This generation will say is the old traditions
Bukhalo does not roll
Bukhalo not warm, it carries in Sepka
As if tied to a radiator
And you can get lost in the smoke from mental tantrums
To die laughing, or start living with grief
Consciousness disturbance builds our eyes
But we see only what we want to see
and we hear what we see
We are all born into this system killed
Someone used to understand why cutting the bottle
Someone then, but it was too late to walk under an umbrella
The universe has covered fast
As the day of the actor removed the mask and began to live like there
Starters often have, to use the word there and talk to all the people not to climb
And who thinks that for flattery, but to get into the fog is not so tubo
Much more difficult to get up early in the morning
And do not think of where to get muddied Evening
I stepped back
But melting blush eyes
Only in the cargo may include
And nowhere else is better then not be
Better to die in Poland
Or in Paris, the best course to without moving
We will break the stereotypes of consciousness
And we write without punctuation
And just three points at the end of these lines .....
we claim dead
because the system of galaxies negligible
If God created us
where is the very same night
when you fly in a vacuum
but it does not hurt and I wish all the world modestly
Green people
Thin, without make-up
The flying saucers
We are afraid, we cry
And this is our truth
We are from space, rather than out of the box
I'm from the planet Akvirium
I know this from my ancestors spoke to
I hear you family
I left a little bit, just 60 years after
But I'll be glad to see this ad again
Land ahuenna, then water to wash
And grass to fly
Camomile brew stops and cry
Nerves cells in all holes
Swearing of the world, the soul dies with pain
The soul is crying, you're happy
Throw yourself into the cargo
And to create something sick
But the eternal and living, after the rain raw
Come in and tighten padik Winston white
To calm my nerves, that was left to fuck
And a system that closes in your incorrupt talents
I see you in the other, but you will only others for themselves
And then they do not care
This is your choice at the bottom subsided
You panic, start a new life
rewrite nickname
On Space
Space will be yours