Текст песни Климбатика - 21-Ое Таинство

Exactly twenty-one, exactly twenty-one,
And back to the place of my tortured world.
Twenty-first the twenty-first hours,
Twenty-first we pogrebёm under the bolt.
Exactly twenty-one clock strikes at the gate,
Near the house, I made twenty-first povrot.
I recently met a twenty-first May
But the twenty-first everything is always in a rush.
Waiting and knows everything,
And I did not kill
Their eyes. They are enemies,
They closed the entrance to you they are.
Hare Rama,
Where are you, Mom? Ma.
We stab sixteenth small knife,
A seventeenth and just take sozhgёm,
Eighteenth sink to the child's blood
With a lifetime of releasing God of love.
Nineteenth die in the electric chair,
And dvatsatuyu us back into the world of my back.
Revive my mother, of course, she
But the twenty-first everything is always in a rush.
Waiting and knows everything,
And I did not kill
Their eyes. They are enemies,
They closed the entrance to you they are.
Bollard pit
Where are you, Mom? Ma.
Waiting and knows everything,
And I did not kill
Their eyes. They are enemies,
They closed the entrance to you they are.
Hare Rama,
Bollard pit
Your mom,
Where are you my mother?