Zero People - Радар
текст песни

Goodbye, prison - prison, goodbye
Having reached the bottom - come on, pop up
Dandelion does not drown the water like a diver
He plays fish on the pipe
Dirty, impudent jazz
About kings and about cabbage
That we all die
That Baby will no longer come
And with him only Whiskey, cigar and colt
In fact

Goodbye, prison - prison, goodbye
Favorite darkness, wet paradise
The bottom is pierced and to hell
Water flows, boilers melt,
And the devils run here with the whole crowd
Frightened sweet
And I understand your fear
Publishing another blow
When you think it is a collapse
This is calibrated by your radar
In fact