Нейронная оборона - Картонный бутерброд
текст песни

While the fire is heavenly glare
With me hung from dead books
Why catch yourself in a dead end
But it will be late, there will be a cry

I see echo, I'm a little right
I see echo, I'm a little right
I see echo, I'm a little right
On the black flag of fly

Fierage to the city new way
On the black field ripen mercury
Let go somewhere
All our fears themselves essence

I see echo, I'm a little right
I see echo, I'm a little right
I see echo, I'm a little right
In my hand of my pin away

Four flocks of different lines
From the throat harvested warm juice
I was carrying, breaking the threshold,
But again there will be a terrible term

I see echo, I'm a little right
I see echo, I'm a little right
I see echo, I'm a little right
My patient echo