Lyrics Nastra, Needow - Crime River

You have nothing to lose, hey, peat in dust
All hunters fucked, game Fortune in hide and seek
Wants to show me a fairy tale, and not
Flying blind moths
The devil pulls the blanket to the bottom
The devil wants Prada, wants to fall on the table
Right without fake and stretched words
I stupidly keep silent - it is more honest
The most native of other people or someone else
Almost on the cipher my dust
Hey, you did not fall my weekdays, I'm your diarny
All in a blue flame burns - it is not to restore
All your numbers could just take and enter
See happy soils in the kitchen and movies
The devil he pulls behind the blanket, changing the moves
Fun in a glass of tequila, all your principles thread
OK, Urban clear in the morning on fire
Two drops of pearl at the bottom
We are vinyl, he sits on the needle
I smoke, but not a corner
This is my Mary Jane, Baby

In the morning of clear urban
Remind me again
Where are my dreams now?
On the pool inscription "No Love"
But we are not in war
Wings burn already

CRIME RIVER.
CRIME RIVER.
CRIME RIVER.
CRIME RIVER.