Текст песни Moros - Undeground

Thread-Cros, old tape recorder,
People are watching, and winter outside.
Someone killed, pukes on the floor,
I overstep the dead, gray my yard.

Tomorrow we must go to the field,
Football FCDD, it is better not to argue.
Sound Serena, chained to the railing,
Kotogo thrown off the train with a broken snout.

I know seniors who shoves yard trunks,
In such an environment have to be unlocked.
My girl sleeping in her bed,
And your trachea to the left and the right.

Not adventurous jitteriness, shocks in the cheekbones,
But if it is necessary for its postayanno always will.
Everyday my couple, circle,
Aliens boys allowed DISTRICT circle.