Текст песни Hima - По горячим следам

What if in the future being better than yesterday
I'll coachman case ray Ra
heal the maimed martyrs in the depths of Prana.
on the edge at the behest of the pike in Paradise me
sent to collect heat from the feet of sand,
seek and applaud Ixtlan
in place of Christ. That is nonsense , because the lady tick
in your footsteps go quietly melting .
For you, you look like I'm over the coals .
For pain stone without its share of vows ?
Forget It. not seen .
If you 're here and not in deeds .
If there was no hope.
if it was not for their clothes .
Where life I'll melting anger.
That's better than dying of a fever .

Expensive high
I 'll wipe your feet in the dust
On the trail . And I'm going to close suddenly .