Текст песни 1nSpace - Кровь и песок

How are you there, faucet, pipe? But not a fountain
Do you have a grief from the mind? I'll cut the source
To go further out of leather
From one to another, just like Michael Jackson.
This is not trance. This is not a hop. This is something similar to Rapkore.
I am not Jude Lowe, nor Michael Hall. Middle Golden-Equator.
Haa, it is necessary to stand out, and so you will not have a chance
Move the old mans, send to the fell, slag, the one without talent

All such herbs all such butchers.
Tobacco chickens! well? They will fall to my grill.
These kids are clearly intelligent.
They do not knit words, probably on the hands of arthritis.
It is hard for me to go through the vinyl to open the mouth, the fact.
I was thrown out from Battles won and missed the underground.
Yes, the traces left, only in the sands.
But left them with your blood, on the road (where?) To the pedestal.