Cronica Between the pines, spruces, chiles We are changing from thoughts I have acid in my body The snow is shining bright In the middle of the darkness Sun is blocking us We are being carried by the river We will be close to the goal of sleep Between the pines, spruces, chiles We are changing from thoughts I have acid in my body There are more than a couple of hundred people with me Only those who take me out Are dragging me in a minos And I didn't even ask them But no one left me I didn't have time to come to my senses Jody is smoking in front of me I'm going to Zabug We are killing masses Like windows in your house If paradise is from reality It's our spot It happens every day In this hundred Among the dead or the blind Poor and hungry The pines are shining bright Sitting in the country house Talking about the full We leave what is bad The same joke is bad This is the border between good and evil What goes through the ribs Of the whole family Comfortable and calm Your face is my docker My broken vest Rejected it from the bottom I'm not reasonable I'm not free I'm not on the roof My God is purple I believe that now And I believe that now I believe that now I don't want to be seen In the dark, but in the nature In the dark, but in the nature In the dark, but in the nature In the dark, but in the nature In the dark, but in the nature Bright clouds Clouds Bright Clouds Bright Clouds Bright Clouds Bright Clouds Bright Clouds Bright Clouds Bright Clouds Bright My friends Bright Among the darkness Clouds They block the sun Carried us to the river The path is not close To the goal of sleep Between the pine needles We are chilling Everything changes The way of thinking In me, the goal Acidity My friends Bright Among the darkness Clouds They block the sun Carried us to the river The path is not close To the goal of sleep Between the pine needles We are chilling Everything changes The way of thinking In me, the goal Acidity www.mooji.org