Kult - Krew jak śnieg

'The most I like mapping
The ultimate collapse a corporation system...'

One, two, three, four

Everyone just get tired of
The same old line
But maybe it's not too late
However I see
Nothing more they can do
Single day,
One dumber than another.

Blood like a snow,
We' to your senses!
Blood like a bread.

Ultimate collapse of corporation system
Is mapping also
It's going to begin
When I back form holiday
Just now it's no so bad,
So bad

Blood like a snow,
Be quiet!
We' to your senses!

Not everything sell so well
Not much worse could be
Art serve politics
Why broher from music are making a whore?

Hej...

Blood like snow
We' to your senses!
Snow like a bread
C'mon!

Until tomorrow everything has to be cleaned up
Until tomorrow everything must be spick and span
But I don't hear any clattering of wheels
Goddamn' don't listen those bullshits.
Hej....

Blood like snow
We' to your senses!
It's so bad

Blood like a bread
Bread and wine
Wine and blood
Wine and songs.


And you understand
They drunk and everything