Паха - Брокколи
текст песни

Being crazy and damned
I smoked a lot of broccoli!
Smoke like a mushroom after a bomb.
Dolmens from the floor to the moon.
Formulas break out
Forms of life in experience.
Funds, the fashion for backgrounds is on!
Getting closer to the image!

And it has nothing to do with whoever can,
The shoulders are different, the height too!
It's the way you look that matters
For everything, and God will pave the way
path! So to speak,
You can do whatever you want!
You will lose what you owe.
No more no less,
for love, don't be careful!

The ball is rolling, I remember!
All around there are faces of delight,
Everything goes the way and the key,
Understanding the past!

I don’t cling to what I’ve lived,
All our principles, then again,
Don't be completely interrupted,
I still want to live!
No matter how it is, it’s still as it should be!
How do you judge?
You will be checked outside.
Back again, what do you need?
Nurture the soul, saturate the skin.
In general, hardening your homo,
Temple and chromosomes.
A dream in weightlessness.
districts, avenues,
Family houses
I, who sow the sermon,
These boxes are made of concrete!

You may not believe...
They told me I was crazy.
The world is not three dimensional!
I keep hitting targets!

I continue, you will be safe,
I continue all the time!
Awakening this center within yourself,
I extend your Sunday!