Текст песни Won James Won - Афтедафе в Речнике

Birch bark helmet
Finish, clear falcon
Calling the Multi-God
From fir boxes
Gloomy frames
In decayed shushuns
And you
Hold the sky with branches of your hands
Is it difficult?
Screw into the throne and get out, get out!

Black cottage in the center of the pool
9 tiers of dying pain
Orphans arrived by quadcopters
Through the purple zgu
The carcass of the autohon glows in the distance
Chortozhor and Swasta
Belted with meat
Overlapped by chains
Mouth of the soul

Aftedaf
Opium volatile
Aftedaf
Vices of the hook

Burn in the spring
Fry, rus
Straw settlements
Lead the crimson
To the zenith
Blue
Long
Light
Bottom

In the red camp - howl howl
In the white camp - FREAK FREAK
In the red line - MOBO

Under a crystal finger and a cast-iron mute
Opium and sleep, sleep and opium