Текст песни pazif1k beat - Танцуй

Dance, trample floor
Dance, trample opinion blade cut a little of their time here they gave me
How could I
How many wrote letters and flashy dance sheets I tore them
throwing crumpled like a bomb clockwork head count and pain there is not an extra, I saw (maximum) people
I minimalism, the structure of the body and the brain copied my thoughts in print on the poster / I can write again!
it's like, to breathe new dust from the ground that you have worn and the music is / was in so many secondary roles / There was a lot (and learned to wash)
will no longer be sterile, because the place spattered with the blood of errors, even where in fact we can not / do not set foot men