UmBriaco feat. Maestro A-Sid - Марс
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If it was possible to understand you
But you hide your secrets again
We have one choice - on Mars

Red devil fries us with fire
But we still reach him
We have one choice - on Mars, on Mars, on Mars

In the womb of the NASA secret stations
Strategists bear a plan of colonization of Mars
Bosses set tasks for those whose symbols are aimed at the symbols
They are not allowed to sleep for weeks
Speed ​​speed, photon flight
The law of addition of speeds, the principle of Einstein, formulas
People rack
When we conquer time and whether there will be
Finally subject to youth to the geniuses earthly
Barely digesting
We believe, believe, we dream, we dream of flights
To orbits of other planets
The night is dark, but I sorting out scraps
Old magazines, could not fall asleep
In the light of sconces, the telescope directing there
Where are hundreds of worlds above us
Fearless god of war, Mars
Are you enemy gathering people
Cosmic dust

Tens of centuries are beckoning, you have known hostile
It seems to be washed away, giving hope, mocked
Earthlings wiped his nose, made it clear
Access is not so simple

Mars, isn't you, for an hour, the culprit of the breakdown of the three capsules
Mars, which was broken in the first compartment
Now all the sickes are fooled

I look at the display: the calendar swims in weightlessness
With Miss April, I include anti -gravity by pressing the key
What to do? We must decide
The work of the dog under the tail. How the commander will do
What kind of sound fucking, I can't open the hatch this
The hatch jammed, the compartment is hard to reach
In the way round
The toggle switch was closed into the end
They thought they thought, counted
They thought again, thought
As a result, they still rolled cubarm
Who was picking in the nose at the wrong time
You are stubborn at the time
Maybe we still straighten it
And is there a second option
Demanded that they fall with a silver fork
Knowing that we have died out for a long time
In the chronicles of Bradbury
We found red sand in shoes, sink
Many of the crew even huddled them
Superstitious Mars, isn't you an hour
Rejected earthlings, tapping us three times
Mars, which was broken in the first compartment
Now all the sickes are fooled

Now imagine that there is no Mars

If it was possible to understand you
But you hide your secrets again
We have one choice - on Mars

Red devil fries us with fire
But we still reach him
We have one choice - on Mars, on Mars, on Mars