Лжедмитрий IV - Адаптация - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My consciousness was frozen with the body of the baby, and nowhere to go

I find myself swaddled, but I already divide all the processes into Herza and to the essence

I conduct the symphony of molecules and atoms of the body

Absorbing the way of the material world to be diverse, but heavenly prize

The earthly is shown by the base, and spiritual poverty is a sign for external high cost

I was randomly wedged into the cell between individuals

Without sensing shame, they are for someone who squeezed out someone

And the faces of my random parents are not healthy

And from the windows it blows in our souls crawling death

The horseman hunger, jumps into the city, so soon - cry and groans with a gloomy choir, the family will become a pack, I will not hide the canopy

Food will run out, and I will be like a nurse

So ... self -identification, selection of language

I know what is the point of investing, what to extract

And in a word from the cradle drove the people who wanted meat apart

And by the power of thought, I accelerated my growth one hundred times

Enough, you're relatives! Kinship? I don't know them

So, to survive in any way without dropping from the windows

The messengers are closer to the back - warriors without icons

And the rider licks my fear for a bifurcated tongue

Angel!

Can a bait run away?

Have you come here to give us your remains?

Your creators are sitting in rainbow castles

They spat on you a battered corner

Your planet is crazy losing your head

What has absorbed in the form of you a bait, having shifted

And there is no dad - to drag from trouble for the scruff of the small

I exposed the whip, the time is afraid, not to pamper

There was a prophecy, and his pillars are righteous

I'm here, and my horse is erasing the mane of mane steel in the ardor

But you exuded with every span you are rotten stench and

I see, undermining you - I will pick up a nuclear fungus of the foot

I run around the sobbing landscape of ashes and ruins

And hungry so that I would not give food to others

Horseman War - not the governor of the highest hand, the fate that he writes circles

We are mice for you, beetles. You can't hear such

I am miserable, poverty and drive, but anger sniffs through the ribs

I have grown into this body root. The spirit was shredded, here it is spacious

I was thrown away, like a lively house in a living house

After all, I see all of us in a common photo - post Mortom

Instead of "light bulbs" in the foreheads of a hundred rounds

The prayers of the survivors are ricochet from an empty throne

God crushed your dialect, like a villain

I give you Esperanto - Crack of automatic queues

Equalizers of facades, megalopolis microcircuits

They went out, everyone became, looking for salvation, to run through the forest

A neglected plan will be rewarded for everyone for this story

The third will come soon and nobody will be greeted

Woe to you, man

Morahs whispers insinuating me

Those who are without shelter crying in fire

Unearthly ailment new beginning of the eyelids

A third of those who did not fall sharply became zombies

The bones were shot for me with a network of enemy

From now on, it is not terrible to ripen hundreds on creatures

The light from the tower is squealing in the horizon

Behind the crowd is in delirium

I set you trouble

I will build an altar on the blood

Frighten us, good spirit

On skyscrapers, I elevated the altar

None gave a saving, divine rumble

I shook the air from all religions with gestures

But, being abandoned, I'm not running to the mountain

In the hunt for me innocent, anger killed demons

In whose apartments will my Trofey body be?

They lied to me about glory, determining the prisoner

My life mission is dull pain ... So, why do I need it?

A lump of ash down to kill, I fly to the ground

I am picked up as a cowardly pier

Anger is a veil ... I am looking for death at the bottom of the river

Stronged on the body of gills and fins

Razin's razors converts jets into juice

Bones turn into a titanium, a bullet is a temple

I am a beast running in a panic on Yegerevo

In the drug trip, I stick out so that death stumbled about me

Fierce battle and groans of patients fell silent

Death did not answer, but the inner voice put the thirst for revenge for them to me

This is a cruel quest in which there is no victim without a victim

So let this victim, like the culprit of evil, become an antichrist