Текст песни КооперативништяК - Semper idem

It is better to forget about the stars, their infinite light
I scratched at noon rozovogrudye winter birds.
Birds tear kite, the wind carried off their feathers
To the east, pulled tape camels with bales of spicy cinnamon.
And God loves the sky and rocks in the mountains
And your world is going to explode in my hands.

Better not touch the memory - the past was with someone
Many virgins drowned in April of sweet memories.
Smart's death will not become saints, nailed to the walls,
Gray asphalt crack from the ancient occult knowledge.
And God loves the cold, fear of love and life
And your world is going to explode in my hands.

Dead, too, like a mud bath
Cups of tea blackened, cut with knives monks robes.
In inquisitorial books our destinies Gothic script
Fit the small bespectacled brown oil paint.
You will be with me in the evening dreams
And your world is going to explode in my hands.