GLUEKOS - Горючая смесь
текст песни

Dressing up like blacks looks ridiculous
I did not buy tickets for this show.
Bracelets will be placed on our hands with control tape.
We take grenades and couplets

In the city of dusty roads
Pedal with a big backpack
And then the gypsy on the tarot cards
We will be scattered for the new law

Few half in the country where the holy spirit
Scatters it in uneven pieces like the chief accountant
Capital has swelled, but two more will not be enough
We have been burning in fire for a long time, cross yourself brother

There is no other way out
Turn off your old Motorola
And nothing like that at all
To draw up a protocol

Black silhouette behind the tank of washed windows
Leather interior talk about high
The tip of the cigarette smokes fake between your fingers
Ashes blown by the wind through the passenger window

Someday I won't be here
I'll be there but not here
I'll collect my favorite tracks
And I’ll throw a combustible mixture
Someday I won't be here
I'll be there but not here
I'll collect my favorite tracks
And I’ll throw a combustible mixture