Street Choice, Боб Крома - Фонодокумент
текст песни

Around midnight, new moon
The bend, the huts are sleeping, the silhouettes are barely visible
There's no light on the street, tires squeal
Motorcycles ride wildly in the distance

Get up, don't be lazy, turn the disk over
After all, this is a phonological document of life
As if there was a shot, cartridges fall
Straight to the soundtrack lists

From the firmament of the panorama
The wind whistling in my ear on my note
Bi-o-bi surprise visit
Hey you, don't sleep near a grizzly yet

Flexible indie Cro-Magnon sound
Has not left the captivity of charisma
Man city, inexplicable intimacy
Evening and rhythm invincible dream team

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The kent flew tightly into your ear!

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It's like cigarette lights in the evening
The bros' pupils are burning
A foreign sound in the head is not for peeps
After all, these are the dreams of roads

Dad, while the savage is boiling inside you
Take the drug from kilowatts
The whole world is topsy-turvy
Ozone holes are visible and invisible

No choice if you've been spoiled
PGT or suburb
Flying over the fence
Electronic funk is like a renegade

Stupidly hits your convolutions
Phonodocument from the hands of an alchemist
In the heat or frost, trunk and kikimora
Ear is on target and you hit it stupidly

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The kent flew tightly into your ear!

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The kent flew tightly into your ear!