Текст песни Пятна Роршаха - Голгофа

How frustrated tower between night and in the morning:
A bottle of wine, nedosmotrenny sleep.
And the time like a jar of cigarette butts,
It is broken down into an empty part of Babylon.
And in the morning drunken soul, like dolls.
And in the morning the brink of being split.
And they went away empty minutes
Carried to Golgotha ​​me and you.
Falling stars, hymns rang,
And the dead were dancing the cancan.
Seconds carried, turned into weeks,
Red blood poured into a glass.
Heart slowly, beating on the wall
Smoke-filled room, unspoken words.
Rot talents allowed for Vienna
Great sense of absurd poetry.
Do not dissolve in vain thinner,
Do not be rushing gears hours.
The soul rises higher and higher,
I tried to escape from the everyday dreams.
Bottle of wine between night and in the morning:
Tiny joy, a great inheritance.
From the heart of hands without giving miracle
When the cross at Calvary rusty.