Текст песни Юрий Наумов - Азиатская месса

Mama,
Monotonous rhythm
it's somewhere there ...
Do you hear,
Tomatoes of Rome are beaten
They chase him,
Years on the heels of
Manna...-
it's a hell of a breeze,
Asian wind
Worn in the mirages
Mama,
If I do not shine,
Is there anything in the world
A place to escape?

The sun, rising in the East,
The West will come out sideways
Slaughter for the glory of Allah -
Heads on the block ... With God!

Mama,
I'm not at work
He lived - did not know,
What is the limit ...
But, Mom!
I'm at the limit!
He changed me:
With stars, eyes,
Dumped under the feet of nails
Oh, chilling happiness -
Inhale this air,
Standing on the edge ...

The sun, stumbling over the west,
Again limp
From the east
Light for a moment flashes,
Slicing through the eyes
current
Again
Return to the origins,
Mama,
We are left to the deadline,
Mama!
Darkness is dark!
I follow after those,
Who without repentance, trying to tear his chains,
In sizzling cafe, I broke off at the target,
Being caught in the sight ...

Opium...
Salt Mine
Blood is accumulated by a drop
It's around here ...
In the swamps,
Maybe in Europe
Will hear a scream
He was in check
But, Mom,
So it was everywhere
Mama,
So it will be everywhere ?? !!

Mom, (nowhere)
No place to go
Mom, (no way)
No means for revenge
I just could tear out the sound.
From the mash of future disasters -
The Asian Mass ...

But we will go beyond the limit everywhere and together
We will go beyond the limit everywhere and together
Let's go beyond the limit everywhere and together
For the limit - together ...

But, Mom!
What should I do? -
I can not get out of the way!
Oh, Mom, nowhere
Oh, Mom, no way.
Mom ... nowhere, no way ...

The Asian Mass ...