Basta Rasta (bonus track) BG
Basta Rasta! Babylon on a hundred
White birch in search of a podcast
Basta Rasta, Basta Rasta
Basta Rasta, the last caste
Strew salt on wounds, awake an ikonoklast
Basta Rasta, Basta Rasta
Traction, traction, I have a craving for displacement – traction
I'm ready to build a door to any premises
Flying squirrel, but there is no limit to my indignation
I'm ready to pay tribute to the greatness of the banner
But from your shamelessness the paper lights up
Breast babies are in military uniforms – attention
Basta Rasta! One goes on a hundred
White birch, passion, as toothy
Basta Rasta, monumentally, explosively
Strew salt on wounds, awake an ikonoklast
Basta Rasta, Basta Rasta
Oh, to be me mercilessly, groundlessly and pleasantly
Because there is no limit to my pursuit to the absolute
Because the dead have filled cabins
And ship's stem here fondly snuggles up to poop deck
Divine grace into offshore for crypto currency
And zombies in the mausoleum cause Malyuta
With the ashes of burnt children they cause Malyuta
Your civilization won't can sit on two chairs
Because such ones like us prefer to live in the hives
And here in every office, there's a gun on the table
In Naro-Fominsk around the town is walking skeleton
We'll preserve your souls from you yourself there, where you are not
Administration will have to change its ways
Because we won't be longer disconnected from the network
Because no matter how to somersault – from yourself not to leave
And the water is so muddy, that to muddle – not to muddle
Really do you not hear the mold in the voices?
Really do you not see how everything goes to amorality?
One hundred people of guard – fear, fear, fear
But your terminators – all the same are travesti
No one can start a machine without a motor
How much don't paste together the hands on the clock
No one won't can prevent to the sun to rise
Basta Rasta! One goes on a hundred
White birch in twilight of a podcast
Basta Rasta, Basta Rasta
Basta Rasta, the first caste
Strew salt on wounds, awake an ikonoklast
Basta Rasta, Basta Rasta
Basta Rasta
Basta Rasta! Babylon on a hundred
White birch in search of a podcast
Basta Rasta, Basta Rasta
Basta Rasta, the last caste
Strew salt on wounds, awake an ikonoklast
Basta Rasta, Basta Rasta
Traction, traction, I have a craving for displacement – traction
I'm ready to build a door to any premises
Flying squirrel, but there is no limit to my indignation
I'm ready to pay tribute to the greatness of the banner
But from your shamelessness the paper lights up
Breast babies are in military uniforms – attention
Basta Rasta! One goes on a hundred
White birch, passion, as toothy
Basta Rasta, monumentally, explosively
Strew salt on wounds, awake an ikonoklast
Basta Rasta, Basta Rasta
Oh, to be me mercilessly, groundlessly and pleasantly
Because there is no limit to my pursuit to the absolute
Because the dead have filled cabins
And ship's stem here fondly snuggles up to poop deck
Divine grace into offshore for crypto currency
And zombies in the mausoleum cause Malyuta
With the ashes of burnt children they cause Malyuta
Your civilization won't can sit on two chairs
Because such ones like us prefer to live in the hives
And here in every office, there's a gun on the table
In Naro-Fominsk around the town is walking skeleton
We'll preserve your souls from you yourself there, where you are not
Administration will have to change its ways
Because we won't be longer disconnected from the network
Because no matter how to somersault – from yourself not to leave
And the water is so muddy, that to muddle – not to muddle
Really do you not hear the mold in the voices?
Really do you not see how everything goes to amorality?
One hundred people of guard – fear, fear, fear
But your terminators – all the same are travesti
No one can start a machine without a motor
How much don't paste together the hands on the clock
No one won't can prevent to the sun to rise
Basta Rasta! One goes on a hundred
White birch in twilight of a podcast
Basta Rasta, Basta Rasta
Basta Rasta, the first caste
Strew salt on wounds, awake an ikonoklast
Basta Rasta, Basta Rasta
Basta Rasta