Текст песни D.Hattan - spittle

I incribed a world, to the destination
I disrupted a brain, at the station

all the same is wrong, the humiliation
on my first cold ...

I can not regret
Spirit crying salt
You response at world's hate
Cant choose another fate

Choose your end
Fuck all a board

Depth of February is so deep that it includes not only the constant unity, but also the completion of unity. Completed unity. The search finished.
August was a complete fall wreath and a helping hand. I have always dreamed of an endless expanse of peace and wisdom of silence.
But the inner desire to stop the action spawns outrage in development. It is impossible to imagine the true essence of life.
Desire for inner excellence.

something was alone
everything is fall

To the mystic flare