- Жанр
- Гранж
- Лицензия
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- Над треком работали
- Сергей Ануфриев, Вячеслав Кучерявых, Дмитрий Рассадин
- Альбом
- Millky Sap
- Студия
- Aborigen Records
- Текст
- Wasted minds will never have a thought’s soil.
The seed I’ve sowed there become burnt and dry.
This view reminds me poppy field.
I’m entranced but I try to be simplified.
Yes, that’s a victim of ignorance.
It’s your duty to give him a chance.
What is mean of taking this solution?
It’s effect of spending time in illusions.
This kind of beauty is the destroyer.
You are my reason of paranoia.
I will never join your decadence.
I will never stop your invasions.
Wasted minds will never have a thought’s soil.
The seed I’ve sawed there become burnt and dry.
This view reminds me poppy field.
I’m entranced.
This kind of beauty is the destroyer.
You are my reason of paranoia.
I will never join your decadence.
I will never stop your invasions.