Текст песни Каста feat. Песочные люди - Сказка о Песочных Часах

[ Jin ]
Blizzard of sand rises up
She will catch you , so that you take heed
I sand man, I was born in the sand
We live only a century and a solution in mind .
In your mind you absorbing dirt
All your dirty thoughts dissipate us
Phalanx dead fingers crushed in blood
But you go ahead and do not care about the pain.
You go to the east, to heal wounds ,
Kindness to evil spirits from the get .
But salt corrodes all your old wounds ,
Does not allow them to heal, and you like a glass
You stand in the middle of the desert, in the mist
And no one will notice you nowhere .
And no one can help you here
Drag your heavy rotten cross.
Your spine is barely withstand the severity of
Huge boards on the shoulders of crushing
Your eyes barely distinguishes cave cells
For the ancient otshelnikov saving gap
Here, from the hot sun ukroeshsya you
And here you will enter into the world of sand nap
With sand people all disputes are useless
Like in the heights - measurement of the abyss.

Chorus:
Sand People - the power of the ancient Orient
Penetrating into this mind you become a prophet.
This beam that shines from the sun to hip-hop
He will stretch the shadow coming from the east.
Sand People - the power of the ancient Orient
Penetrating into this mind you become a prophet.
This beam that shines from the sun to hip-hop
Stretch shadows coming from the east.
[ Psycho a.k.a. Sike ]
In all the universe there is no hand
Able to turn the hourglass
Like your past life .
If this resinous bark on the altar of the immortal
Dotleet before you can
The immortal stage win out of the darkness .
Another fire burned on the altar , but
You already shook in this heat chills
[ Jin ]
Restricting all the blood in the veins of flopping
Covering mouth icy foam
You cried and the cry
Burned your body at the same moment
Straining every nerve to break out of the scrum
You stepped to the lower level of this puzzle .
Know encroach given only to those at the height of the sand ,
To the world suffering its gone forever .
[ Psycho ]
Sand - the world's only substance
who are not afraid of death and care about his life .
In a glass jar , he counts the time
It is designed and it is his burden.
Hourglass - a symbol of our centuries ,
They count the time with the help of sand
If pischinka through the narrow throat is gone,
So someone's body left the shower.
Thin thread rolls from top to bottom
She is thin, but bespriryvna - you end beware .
When the last particles penetrate into the lower division,
On the planet will be an earthquake .
But until the clock is full and people are not watching
About the time of going forward , not backward
They believe that their lives debt and infinite,
But while things are going - it is inhuman .
Chorus:
Sand People - the power of the ancient Orient
Penetrating into this mind you become a prophet.
This beam that shines from the sun to hip-hop
He will stretch the shadow coming from the east.
Sand People - the power of the ancient Orient
Penetrating into this mind you become a prophet.
This beam that shines from the sun to hip-hop
He will stretch the shadow coming from the east.