[Chorus: Miyagi]
Time is rowdy and there is winter in the soul
Heads were seething, madness was walking around the houses
Souls were tormented greedily by foolish bullets, they found flesh, they burdened everyone around and on their heels
Walked, with no hidden anger, people, profit – the evil abyss took everyone both here and there
Time – rowdy and winter in the soul
Heads were boiling, madness was walking around the houses
[Verse 1: Miyagi]
Time scrapes out the souls
The light is extinguished for all of us omnivorous, gluttonous time
Build – do not destroy, we are all like this We’re talking nonsense, people are making money.
Impose mirages on us, in search of privileges.
We smoldered like cigarettes.
The blatant tragedy of this absurdity burned. I imagine my
little ghetto. And I can’t imagine myself
without it . water There’s a lot of shit in our heads, and prejudices Hovered like clouds over the clueless garden Here they kill for God’s sake With criminal prayers justifying all motives Banderlogs wriggled demonstratively And how can that be? I’m fucked with this narrative
Time is debauchery and there is winter in the soul
Heads were boiling, madness was walking around the houses
They tormented souls greedily with foolish bullets, they found flesh, they burdened everyone around and on their heels
They walked, with no hidden anger, people, profit – the evil abyss took everyone and here and there
Time is rowdy and there is winter in the soul
Heads were boiling, madness was walking around the houses
[Verse 2: Endgame]
Ah, hey, a rough sound, wisdom on top of the beat
Focused, like Jordan at the moment of the throw
I don’t know what came over us
But everything this game is nothing other than the fight against evil
Rest in peace for all young freshmen
The devil’s potion has passed through many veins
Black souls, like Venom We
extinguish the anchors and write in chorus, the whole band, faith
is with us, fragments, mongrel words are flying
into our kingdom made amendments
Another one fell for a love spell with a pickup truck
On a ship, I fucked with a besieged pirate
Provincial life
Everyone suffers, but I believe in a better day with a better beat
What if this is that same day?
What if it’s the same beat?
Time is debauchery and there is winter in the soul
Heads were boiling, madness was walking around the houses
They tormented souls greedily with foolish bullets, they found flesh, they burdened everyone around and on their heels
They walked, with no hidden anger, people, profit – the evil abyss took everyone and here and there
Time is a riot and there is winter in the soul
Heads were boiling, madness was walking around the houses
[Outro: Endgame]
What if this is the same beat?
