Текст песни Искусство Быть Мадридцем - Спэйс

Your Highness, I'm standing on the dunes
On the ship reflection of young people
Lieutenant has only one butt
We fly away with him to my speake

God, who believes?
Who will notice us?
Dyzhe beats in the ears
Even the stars have a soul

Flag of billions miles and stars
I would forgive you, but too late
Rear stroke on the shuttle
Somewhere possible here is God, but hardly

Unlikely