Текст песни V. O. B. ft. Mace Windu - 1. Моно

In the breast does not take air
Shire has become the soul .
Do not dare to breathe , was inside the nails .
Spring in the air crush you
And wake up summer nights .

Beats glasses on the floor ,
Cries and call for the festive table ,
Time to empty , flowers wither in the pot
Spring escapes, but leaves a trail .

Buckshot go astray ,
Rise collect pieces!
and trace
for dreams and abandoned promises
there waiting for you
Your repentance .

Just kind of scares .
Come down , take the phone
Scream & quot; Hello, hello & quot ;,
On the other side you hear his voice,
Only answer this hissing mono