Lyrics:
Petrozavodsk But we're about to blow You know what the time is now? It was seven or eleven in the morning I don't know, the room is kinda foggy Am I a local
The petrozavodsk object Fell in the bog from out the sky A jellyfish of ice, of fire, of amethyst Anathematizing Rise up from your sheets Old
in my neighborhood will die By roads of Petrozavodsk, I can make unreliable any autopilot. And how your auto-polyglot translate «етишкин рот», а? I
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