Пашка Бекет - Харакири
текст песни

I am beckoned by the spacious edges of the outskirts
Where is my mother, my district, barefoot, movement on the right
On the right mode sound, harakiri in the area
These devils did not know the route, but climbed
I am beckoned by the spacious edges of the outskirts
Where is my mother, my district, barefoot, movement on the right
On the right mode sound, harakiri in the area
These devils did not know the route, but climbed
The last series of events, she pulled not Hilo
From all sides it was so trampled as if melting ice
Today the stars smiled, they said not sour
33 is stupid only numbers
The servants rang the femids, please do not
On the seventh of November, the trial was delighted
What kind of people are you a bitch, a concert on Fox
Brothers are waiting for me there, Eskimos in the crosses
Barry Barry and Persons of Dull Judges
Time to count back, ah, what will happen
I invented this vaccine for the soul at the studio
It is in moments of collapse, madness, mercury fucking
Fierce days have come, withdraw from the hut
Reloled Windows, boiled boards
Do not think to break, stomp in puddles
Gather power in a fist, man, yours need you
I am beckoned by the spacious edges of the outskirts
Where is my mother, my district, barefoot, movement on the right
On the right mode sound, harakiri in the area
These devils did not know the route, but climbed
I made a noise to the boys, threw a click in advance
That maybe I will go to places not so much distant
I collect grains of text in the night
I think I will have time to make this mixture flour
And even if they close it, I will return to
I ask you to get tears, do not cry small
I will hug my sons, every health
And all the children in the world with his city
I will pack this sound, rejoice people
Scattered to the cue ball of fat stuff Uan Kluziv
Illusions disappeared in childhood with Santa Claus
My grandmother was far from hypnosis
90s passed, zero bang
What do you do the twentieth bitch I hear in ahu
In ahu, brother from all movements
But life rolls on, what will happen
I am beckoned by the spacious edges of the outskirts
Where is my mother, my district, barefoot, movement on the right
On the right mode sound, harakiri in the area
These devils did not know the route, but climbed
I am beckoned by the spacious edges of the outskirts
Where is my mother, my district, barefoot, movement on the right
On the right mode sound, harakiri in the area
These devils did not know the route, but climbed