Текст песни atlantida project - Метафизическая Тоска

state of flux -
ear , throat and eye,
with the tip of the nose to the temple from the temple -
metaphysical anguish
metaphysical anguish
neither good nor bad,
there are no roads or trick.
probably unfounded
metaphysical anguish
metaphysical anguish
strong black mother
shadow passed through the trees ,
scattered the stars in a cascade
and buried in the moss grapes .
dust is not split ,
is not going into one,
not divided into two pieces
metaphysical anguish
metaphysical anguish
strong black mother
shadow passed through the trees ,
scattered the stars in a cascade
and buried in the moss grapes .
Mom touched the tops of children
all hands through hundreds of worlds
and through the cap in both sock
pours a wonderful nostalgia
not upsetting bitter
before reincarnation ,
not tiring yet
metaphysical anguish
metaphysical anguish