Текст песни Weather Machine (Vritra) с переводом

Transform

Reform

I’m back in this bitch with ends and almost no friends now

Change weather machine, maker supreme

Gold on him and the team gettin' the cream

But all light is not bright light

And all dikes are not Klondike

And all rights are not equal

And all us are not people, or so it seems

Write three all up on your TV screen, movie screen, geeze

DVD, CD, MP3, elect

Captist, fascist, not fashion, what’s next?

Need to get a weapon, need protect

For what? Hatin'-ass niggas at my doorstep, blow!

I don’t see nobody at my doorstep

Competition fleeting like the youth, poof

Middle finger to a blue suit, true

Black man in a black coupe, vroom (Skrrt, blah)

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