Текст песни Brick Bazuka - стиль монотонен

monotone style, drowning in the swamp
Who besides us? this piece is too modest
saliva blood. Soul warmed by love
making history a new salt on the wounds
Each god and the devil. lust of the flesh, shaval
blue or red - the final picture
constant little we, my ship on the waves
thoughts are melting at a computer, people are sitting in their homes.
is not grime and Cream, not igraym and Cream
Nakin tobacco, pulled out of the leg cous
You sucked into the maelstrom, crush and throw
sinking into a coma, wait a few minutes
smoke flying in the clouds, for harm milk
we are not children of the regiment, arm raised up
Respect steep repakam,
heal, but only so that the style does not get wet