Текст песни Мастер - Мастер скорбных дел

Moving on, slide into a dirty drain
Spend the money at once, copy the money for the future,
Whether covered in tattoos or white as snow ,
Think you're above the wiser .

Whose hand shakes cradle of the world ?
It is the master , the master of our mournful affairs

Upwards without aisle transcendental trail
At noon, the old man with a lantern looking for a light,
It is hundreds of years we have worked and tired ,
Better like everything went as usual .

Whose hand shakes cradle of the world ?
It is the master , the master of our mournful affairs