Текст песни м i фо-га - 38 . фонарь из звенящих лун

my feet harnessed to Aesculapius cooperative -
My hands touched the strings.
dedicated to calling the drill bell
and lantern nezvenyaschih moons.
Horizon led to the morgue to get up in the morning,
where the river in the tap water them stranded ...
where lace runs Draw mother
that will rule the city bardel.

the wall wailing monotonous rain
and ambush missed blood ...
perevyazany died on the table leader,
not killed enemies in love!
and next to interpret the Lord's coat,
deciding whose one took ..?
and - panels turned the water into a sieve,
without interfering in their affairs.

and - it seemed the way between us - the night
and - the steps to do - let it flow ...
and - perhaps, our eyes will be able to
and - the soul leaves on the shoulders ...
and - the glass of ice, with no bottom,
It leaves us a sip of the day ...
the sun was up and waiting - perhaps - for a long time,
sparing no rays of fire ...