Текст песни FTP - Закрой глаза

Close your eyes, hear our voices?
This FTP sends you a load
Turn around, do not confuse poles
From the basement, the sound puts everyone in place

Know, you will not let go soon
Your face lit up in these monitors
Shutter click, instead of brains powder
This is something that is not written on the walls and fences.

And, a little closer to the night the mind will come
And there’s no other way in this world of torments.
While you sleep, in the daytime
You ring the doorbell. "Open, bastard"

And you in bed vmazan, could not get up right away
Whether under the staff, or under another infection
The parishes will not go away, you will lie so long
Everything will be ok, the main thing is to breathe while you are given to breathe

Mess in the streets, everything is so familiar
Staircase, staircase, matchbox
Yes, you are no one in your guise, be more decent
Until he was locked up in his own duplicity

We are custom, with paint in our pockets
Fuck The Police on houses and basements
Better so than your own existence
Do you agree with me? Rolled with us.