Текст песни 437 - миролюбивое создание

beautifully laid out methodically and stylishly,
youth climbed the steps to the top of the world,
collecting plans, like a mosaic in a kindergarten,
here’s an ambush, it didn’t work out to collect everything from us as it should
we didn’t know, we played, we made bass with our teeth,
and didn’t understand the connection between our texts,
the truth speaks, but the truth is somewhere loose
limp traveling in nature on an all-terrain vehicle
like Mavrod, we didn’t seem to break the laws,
not fucked up like a havanese schoolboy on a micro blog
didn’t touch the bear sleeping in its den,
did not climb into the foxes in their own little minks
purity and redness are the true crusts,
no mind cop balobki
holding your breath, don’t give in to a demon of consciousness, maybe they will like your act
loving creature seeks no excuse
making his wish goes on a mission
opening all the cards liberating consciousness
pronouncing original content without punctuation
scoring a huge bolt on all critical tales
choose a route and not come up with excuses
they say they are waiting for me in the meeting room