ATL - Под небом салатовым
текст песни

Take through the millennium
On the endless highway
The generation will roll up there
The generation will roll up there

We are rushing through the millennium on the red shark
Slipping through the endless highway
And there the generation will roll up on the horizon
But, as always, no one called me with him

On the frontal janitors, like a fat paste
Smeared memory under the stickers of a crash test
Time passes by, as if under a bar
And how about the wall is broken about the unknown

I have to the very horizon of events
The landscape is in the porthole, as if on Mars
And let me mercilessly remind me of eternal life
Only animals shot down on the highway

Only animals shot down on the highway
They joke flatly about eternal life
So I went on like a holiday
In order to smear yourself according to the Fatherland
Only animals shot down on the highway
They joke flatly about eternal life
So I went on like a holiday
In order to smear yourself according to the Fatherland

We are just animals shot down on the highway
Beasts knocked down for happiness
We are spinning from boredom

You hear, this is my model signals from childhood
Watch how great the doors open to her
I, to be honest, is still fascinated
More than the first, the first splif behind the garage
Let the panels be from the failed eye sockets
Aborigines-reeds stare at us wildly
I click on the revision and as a cassette in the deck
I rewind myself along the road marking
My model will launch wigs into the sky
And, like a concentration camp, a glorious Smokbox will smoke
Here we dance on the Petroglyphs of Kit Kharring
On their own graves, such a paradox
We roll with a breeze, but in the mirror in the middle
The flashing beacon will light up the heretic
We can’t hide shameless eyes here under a visor
Cops will not be bought, we will not buy us cops
We roll with a breeze, but in the mirror in the middle
The flashing beacon will light up the heretic
We can’t hide shameless eyes here under a visor
If the cops are bought, then we will pay off the copper

Only animals shot down on the highway
They joke flatly about eternal life
So I went on like a holiday
In order to smear yourself according to the Fatherland
Only animals shot down on the highway
They joke flatly about eternal life
So I went on like a holiday
In order to smear yourself according to the Fatherland

In my trunk, suitcases with drugs
Monkey muzzle and disks with ballads
The fact that we will not let us go under the sky of Salatov
We will not let us go under the sky of Salatov
We will not let us go under the sky Salatov
We will not let us go under the sky Salatov
We will not let us go under the sky Salatov
We will not let us go under the sky Salatov