Текст песни Песочные Люди - Рабы Идеи

To shout in all throat that ?!
How much pain was stung by a bag of salt,
Stretched reins of the reins,
Dirt, creeping, drives the coffin to live.

Although we too were warmed by the light of God,
And we turned out of the skin,
Forgetting about the covenant, where everyone has an answer
Before the gate it's too late to say ...

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Slaves of the idea, shamans where are you?
Fill in the faith, save the tribe,
Supplement the joints with links,
The families are fed alive, given away,
Unkind roads have been set up,
The brain, molecules, bastards,
Wrong laws have been studied by architects,
Faces are made up, slots are sewn,
Liars diction, hit the poles,
She drank herself into the voices of soot,
Saints are remembered for thefts
For a couple of dice,
The bodywoman shares her body,
Forcing to frown,
They will not stick here ...
And even the mountains crumble, they did not obey,
The feelings of wrinkles were sad,
Muscles have flattened artificial ties,
Yuz inside out, lick the wounds,
Fences, walls, in the wheels of a stick ...

Fabrics soaked, do not need hands,
Speak directly, think aloud,
My spirit, the surgeon is powerless,
Unexplained where so many thoughts
Deprived of meaning?
Riddles of numbers, as long as mysticism exists,
Do not expire, time sparks,
Find more elegant places,
You will wake up the elect,
Once the truths are published lists,
Here, only tags, highlights
They beat the razors,
Mirrors are broken by faces, dreams of them,
Wherever you go,
Go into the cassock, hide,
From the authors of sensations, to squeeze into a corner,
Like dolls - go under the dome,
Now the answers are mercury,
Shadows will intertwine, all life will evaporate ...

To shout in all throat that ?!
How much pain touched a bag of salt,
Stretched reins of the reins,
Dirt, creeping, driving into the coffin to live

Although we too were warmed by the light of God,
And we turned out of the skin,
Forgetting about the covenant, where everyone has an answer
Before the gate it's too late to say ...