Эрго - Процесс 2 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The evening is rocking, how much he can pett

Imputes a wet prospectus to the branch's hoax

Green bronchi, purses and flash drives with sloppy tunes

Notes, crosses, vague, uninteresting gestures

To the uninitiated scraps, jumping into the pool of endless cackling

At the edge of the forest, at the call of risky plans, today is my Chrome Gunn

Will sweep away all the ignoramuses and drug addicts, the ichor is accumulating over the cop

The little soul is in a hurry, looking around...

The waves are extinguished, the tide is at midnight, we recognize again in person

Under the hood, the visor will accumulate the wanderer's radiance under his robe

Take the mirage of phase flow by Mount “Vilyanye” from edge to edge

Leaks high, Scally milano deflates, toes loop

In the air, it fearfully catches with its teeth everywhere:

The dead man tells the dead by the throat sleep in check

In the ambulance, “Viola” is the color of the traffic light, you’ll get fucked

The old woman will step on her ear, the pussy will become loud and

The suffixes of the letters are all - bustle with anal in a wineskin

The trio bows in the pool - the last from the grotto

The cavalry is chasing in full force - to take away the heritage

The zygote of the world is vaguely pushing - sorry for the eggs

The glass of a dream bites into the chain-link - it stings

Sovdep - an endless office, for a blowjob - they will open the door

Yours, endless, spacious, has no loops - we are wider, wider

Mira in the shooting range, go with a weight on your neck with lyrics, but with facial expressions - a live bang on the beat of the rhythm

Know where, know everything - stay vigil!Let's sing ingloriously fuck up the network

Only buckshot wants to enter my room, knocking on the torn frame - hand over all of it!

Starfall napalm, there is no point in rustling here - it is not here!

You pour words after words, rapturously like a flute, heated between worlds

Hemispheres in summer, chronicles of covenants chopped into couplets

Reiki existences, split rivers of multi-volume stories

A multi-legged bouquet - we are turnstiles in this rhythm of the moments of adductive systems

Know where...

Know where, know everything - stay vigil!Let's sing ingloriously fuck up the network

Only buckshot wants to enter my room, knocking on the torn frame - hand over all of it!

Know where, know everything - stay vigil!See and hear everything in the morning at six

The turn of the universe falls silent in the squelching of aspirations - for a smoke break, demon!

Know where, know everything - stay vigil!Let's sing ingloriously fuck up the network

All he wants in my room is buckshot...