Camp Red, Big Bang Phenomenon - Корни
текст песни

The spool boxes were dusty in the shadows
It's so ingenious to cut a loop for spools
Poets' stereo poems are the fifth Olympus
We preserve the roots so that the shoots can sprout

I was captivated by hearing the stereo beat
Fell into a loop like an endangered species
Soviet electronics are such a noisy magnet
Twisting chrome knobs like a balm for the soul

It's a delicate moment to appreciate something in the world
I remember my childhood and take stardust
The boss knows how to throw a pinch into the tune
To season the synths with the hum of books lived

The old man cast a net to catch this world
But everything draws the cartridges, the busts of the Central Committee and the elite
You can't ask them questions and it's useless to call
The delivery man brought only boxes of intrigue

A bright future lies ahead of us
Like a panel on a Khrushchev-era building that holds the secrets of the Union
If only for a second we could To open them slightly
To stir up the past is extreme for me

The spool boxes have gathered dust in the shadows
It's so brilliant to cut a loop for the spools
Poets' poems, the fifth Olympus, stereo
We preserve the roots so that the shoots will sprout

The spool boxes have gathered dust in the shadows
It's so brilliant to cut a loop for the spools
Poets' poems, the fifth Olympus, stereo
We preserve the roots so that the shoots will sprout

Kite-runners, we cherish what's inside
We carry the hammer and the verse our fathers forged
Reapers, sickles in hand, have gone out into the field
We will reap the harvest, but the barns will be empty

A sensible sketch isn't just created
We await maturing geniuses, this is hip-hop communism
For society, for emptying books
This is my manifesto: burn, superficial style

Here, the Old Believers of rhythm, my party is sewn
With the red threads of memories Indigo
Cam Red is a tribute to the past and
To the art and taste that created my world

While chaos marches around, I seek symbolism
Paths to Mars or flags of the summits
The red telephone keeps ringing
You cannot digest the genetic code

Faceless shadows forge imperialism
How to be free from them to live in society
A teddy bear in the corner is watching you
We will encrypt the codes to reveal later

The spool boxes have gathered dust in the shadows
It is so ingenious to cut the loop for the spools
Poets' poems, the fifth Olympus, stereo
We preserve the roots so that the shoots will sprout

The spool boxes have gathered dust in the shadows
It is so ingenious to cut the loop for the spools
Poets' poems, the fifth Olympus, stereo
We preserve the roots so that the shoots will sprout