Текст песни Эпоха Белых Страниц - Эпоха Белых Страниц

a discharge current
loud hail of fire
Music without borders
the era of white pages

1kup
weaving into the music notes
like spiders in their networks
we create a virus
that shines
like the sun at dawn
only even stronger
the wind carries it
but it quickly

this is not the illness is not cold
it is a cure for boredom
you do not have time to notice
but you have them downloaded
and soon you pochuesh
because he sits in you
and it breaks out
and this is our success