Текст песни Ка-тет - Пропасть ft. ATL

Cotton legs are braided at the abyss
Here boldly knock the crutches from under the feet of lame conscience
Copoties circle raven
Hide the chatty revolver in the holster of caution

The bridge of life will meet with rotten boards with a grip of heavy shackles
The rhythm of complex steps again the bird of anxiety praises the nest in someone's heart
Here the blind leads everyone, carries a torch that went out
It’s damn dark here
Empty skulls somewhere at the very bottom are tired of the toothless whisper of evil drafts
This is the abyss

Here the sun so rarely throws its golden curl
Someone in the abyss of cold without an echo sounder ducked a hungry sperm whale
This abyss was faded tightly
He disappeared as if bankrupt bankrupt with his hands cut air
Here the fierce speed of freedom of flight is a meaningless choir to the hell of a torn sip
Beki

We will mint our step without a conductor
Here a full fool thinks that he knows everything for sure
The black sun pupil pulsates
It’s so easy to become we sprayed by the blood of sunset
Glassed by wind skeletons in pink glasses