Текст песни Tracktor Bowling - Трактор

Everywhere glitter endless mirrors
Cold Steel - you have found what he was looking
Here in ghostly dreams alive Dream
There in the headlights, you are the eyes otrazhaeshsya

Thorny looks invisible
Brick walls of meaningless phrases
You're locked up in itself, thoughts curled into a ball
The faceless crowd you're all alone

In doorways fear on the screens of pain
City blindly plays a role
Somewhere lurking in dark courts of trouble
Tense anxiety buzzing wires

Hot motor gasoline in the tanks
Breathe in the face of warm air machines
Oil boils, pour the liquid mixture
BACK !!! Tractors will be here soon!