Valeriy Mozgovoy - Bass takes

Текст песни Valeriy Mozgovoy - Bass takes

The voice of the old streets, in this cold, new world, let's go.
The voice of the old streets, in this cold, new world, let's go.
Steel labyrinths, synthetic veins, neon haze, the pulse remains.
Speeding through the digital night, bass takes control, burning bright.
Voltage is high, ready to fly, skyline is burning, no returning.