Текст песни Vinyl Williams - Object Of The Source

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Probably searching for me, yeah? Man in the cloak making gold out there
Are you stigmatized at the altar, baby? Oh, the headhunter

Count the words between us
The blessing of days with turbulence
And the magnetic field, is it real again?
Are our eyes ready to see the conduit closing up? Painted dreamers

Repent your belief, the object of the source, it's all turning around again

To count the words between us
The blessing of days with turbulence
And the magnetic field, is it real again?
Are our eyes ready to see the conduit closing up? Painted dreamers

Who could ever stop me? Who could ever stop me?
Who could ever stop me? Who?

ПЕРЕВОД

Вероятно, ты ищешь меня, да? Человек в плаще делает там золото.
Разве тебе позорно стоять у алтаря, детка? О, ты головорез...

Подсчитай все слова, находящиеся между нами,
Это и будет благословением от турбулентности.
А это магнитное поле, оно опять реально? Наши глаза готовы
Увидеть, как закрывается трубопровод? Окрашенные мечтатели...

Покайся своей вере, объекту источника, все смотрят на тебя.

Поэтому подсчитай все слова, находящиеся между нами,
Это и будет благословением от турбулентности.
А это магнитное поле, оно опять реально? Наши глаза готовы
Увидеть, как закрывается трубопровод? Окрашенные мечтатели...

Кто бы мог остановить меня? Кто бы мог остановить меня?
Кто бы мог остановить меня? Кто? Probably searching for me, yeah? Man in the cloak making gold out there
Are you stigmatized at the altar, baby? Oh, the headhunter

Count the words between us
The blessing of days with turbulence
And the magnetic field, is it real again?
Are our eyes ready to see the conduit closing up? Painted dreamers

Repent your belief, the object of the source, it's all turning around again

To count the words between us
The blessing of days with turbulence
And the magnetic field, is it real again?
Are our eyes ready to see the conduit closing up? Painted dreamers

Who could ever stop me? Who could ever stop me?
Who could ever stop me? Who?

TRANSFER

Perhaps you are looking for me, huh? A man in a trench coat makes it gold.
Do you stand at the altar of shame, baby? Oh, you're a thug ...

Calculate all the words that are between us,
This will be a blessing from the turbulence.
This magnetic field is again real? Our eyes are ready
To see how close the pipeline? Painted dreamers ...

Confess your faith, the source object, everyone is looking at you.

So count all the words that are between us,
This will be a blessing from the turbulence.
This magnetic field is again real? Our eyes are ready
To see how close the pipeline? Painted dreamers ...

Who could stop me? Who could stop me?
Who could stop me? Who!