Текст песни Эльфийская песнь - У нашей дикой кошки,есть маленькие рожки...

Our wild cat
There are small horns,
In addition to the change in the DNA of horns .
Her family - mutants
On the horns are bows,
The only pity vectors
Is encrypted .

But I shall develop them
And all legs cut off ,
Body for stuffing tear ,
heads will bear
And vyderu eyes .
Well, what about the people say?
Freaks , your mother -
Time to die!

Your time has come , Diklonius killing ,
Proudly go ahead , creating their own world .
And at the forefront of the evolution
You administer your court.
The angel of death will be all
How do you decide .