Lyrics:
Vilya

I just wanna say Let me taste the fruit of your space Oh what a, oh what a day I just wanna play Magical visions, what we lay, lay, lay I wanna, I wanna

Goccia di sangue incrostra i ginocchi spina di rosa nel dito la macchia scura sul vestito le dita sporche negli occhi l'orologio coi suoi rintocchi

Lost in your thoughts Driven by fear You can't suffer life And realize Death's near Your vision of life Was never real Aa it seems Wishes and hopes Only

Translation: Dany Bédar. Fruit of my recent Nuit Blanche.

Translation: Penn, Micheal. Figment.

Translation: Talib Kweli. Space Fruit (Interlude).

Translation: Villy. O Alta Zi.

Translation: X-Fusion. Cowardly Being.

Entends les alertes a la bombe les hommes recoivent des pierres en fond des murs dans le desert ils construisent leur colere les ptits quitte le college