Bedny na oči promočený chcankama
Najíždíš stín k nohám trhají na cáry
Tancuješ epilepsii jako každý ráno
Bolí nás oči
Za bednama chemie do únavy
At six o’clock before death the crates into the windows
The crates made for eyes they’re soaked with piss
You’re running the shadow to the feet they rip in pieces
The epilepsy you dance just like every morning
Our eyes they hurt
Behind the crates the chemistry into the weariness
The crates made for eyes they’re soaked with piss
You’re running the shadow to the feet they rip in pieces
The epilepsy you dance just like every morning
Our eyes they hurt
Behind the crates the chemistry into the weariness
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