Текст песни Артур Скотт - за 20 поприщ от рая

one step higher. I call
undersky..we under fire ..
such a fate, torturing fate,
we are dying for twenty fields from paradise
sun empire..not visible edge
undersky..we are "under fire"
such a fate, torturing fate,
we are dying for twenty fields from paradise
breath for the future, so that the rock does not knock down.
the flow of worlds, love - they have one god
in the morning, trembling in the wind,
cold hands warming dreams.deja vu
I will pass a series of dry stems.
there on the other side
I cherish the tree of faith that I will not die
the pulse of pipes, streets, icy hands,
call of muses and bullets whistle
under the gaze of jellyfish, the ship will chart the course from the pier,
the pier is empty.
down. a light breeze brings the heat of the lightning to the ledge,
brings feathers of firebirds to rows of wrinkled faces
virgins girls bleed hands down
those sharp needles with blades of sharpened prisms,
cataclysm born with the hands of loved ones
to death in the palms of clenched tits
and bis.down again.
on the field of spent cartridges the smell of blood, do not choke
crisis of power. in. prize - death for higher
as the main prize - a cry of "freeze!", a shot. (wake up!)
down into the cold tombs of the empty eye sockets of custom killers, shower lick,
lying about everything and forest, eating our roots growing down
"death before shame!" - the motto of the pack. in the wards of hospitals, bazaars for life,
but there will be light
if even one person
making a choice, take a step up!
One step higher. I call
Undersky.We under fire
Such a fate, torturing fate
we are dying for twenty fields from Paradise
Sun empire..not visible edge
Undersky.We are "under fire"
Such a fate, torturing fate
we are dying for twenty fields from Paradise