HoyaBachu - Смирение
текст песни

Give back the Carpathians, what is this powder for? Waiting for payment and
carelessly in dressing gowns
Cyborgs with indicators sewn under the skin, possums
go to sleep in the morning
Smoke for the good of the grab, the horned one with hooves tried to take possession of everything here, but slipped on piss-stained rags
Idle with the butor, ignoring the butor, eagle paws of the valley
of death, tinsel has clouded your mind
Radio with shura about summer rains, throat singing,
schizophrenia, leaders
Listen, if no one understands you here, you won't
eat well, do you need it? You're singing ballads, do you need it?
It is necessary... To fan the herd.. Who if not...

In captivity of your emotions, on the leash of your mood
A hellish state covered with a wave in crimson tones
Humility, humility, humility or are you walled up in
concrete walls

Snowstorm for whom are you laying down? Maybe click and you will all
go for meatballs
You want to be better than each other so much, but you never
fell in love with each other
The abode of the strike in Chile is leaking, look at Bollywood
Billy the grandson of Scrooge comes out on the podium
welcome
Blue fornication in the veins mixed with hawthorn, the pig from
Kadelak the young ladies blush
Experts advise how to let yourself go to shreds around the world
Exit from the void is an entrance to the void, all the gurus on the other side
burst into bubbles
We travel through the worlds as savages, no one has died and will not
die in the standard sense, oppression will cover and let go
without panic
In captivity of your emotions, on the leash of your mood
A hellish state covered with a wave in crimson tones
Humility, humility, humility or are you walled up in concrete walls