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Произведение «Mag Green», созданное музыкальным коллективом Holy Whale, публикуется на условиях лицензии:
- Над треком работали
- Ярослав Пономарёв
- Автор музыки
- Сергей Ковалёв, Нури Мустафа, Ярослав Пономарёв, Илья Петровский
- Автор текста
- Нури Мустафа
- Исполнитель
- Holy Whale
- Альбом
- Adrift Through the Storm
- Студия
- Federative Music
- Текст
- [Verse I]
Mag Green, Senator Cat,
Has come to my office
White paw has landed to my hand,
She Said - Can I ask you something?
-What faith do you believe in?
-I believe in power of those
Who change the world!
-Alright! - the response was - but can you prove it?
[Chorus]
Alright!
Our fire show has smoked up the air,
The bullets go through heads of insane,
Our murderer child is growing bad,
With sharpened teeth, he eats what we see.
That peace of stolen bread is
Rotten!
[Verse II]
- Wait, wait, what do you mean?
Suspecting me at these hard times?
- Yes, M.I.A. is taking everyone who fears!
And, by the way, our troops are struggling hard,
Goddamn eastern front!
We're gonna show 'em who was wrong!
Send freaks, our proud patriots!
[Chorus]
And we're safe!
The Shells are painting all our ground!
Let us water future generations with your blood.
The machine is loaded with power of our pride.
That lives we've took from them
Are coming back!
[Bridge]
Put away that mask of yours,
No doubt it's hard to breathe!
Reveal your beauty and your claws
For prisoners who see.
Forget about that stupid job,
Stacks of reports and papers!
That mortal stuff is now de trop,
For you, the patriot!
Mag Green, the Senate's head,
Mag Green, where are your friends?
Mag Green, she'll meet her end,
Mag Green, is lying dead!
[Chorus]
Alright!
Our fire show has smoked up the air,
The bullets go through heads of insane,
The machine is loaded with power of our pride.
That lives we've took from them
That peace of stolen bread is
Rotten...
Rotten.
Rotten!