FeL!x - Zombies | Текст песни

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• FeL!x
• Zombies

Flying cloud, and behind them a smoke
The smoke of the plant, the bustle of the town
People manages mailbox news
And you forget why you were born.

Clouds, plant,
Day zombies
Clouds, freedom,
Night stars.

Run away people, from children and families
To plants tied as shitty stickers
How stupid they all are, now
Because there remained not many days.

Clouds, plant,
Day zombies
Clouds, freedom,
Night stars.