Фонодокумент Фонодокумент Фонодокумент Плотно залетел в твое ухо кент! 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
Phonodocument Phonodocument Phonodocument The kent flew tightly into your ear!
Phonodocument Phonodocument Phonodocument The kent flew tightly into your ear!
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