Текст песни АЛИСА - Пульс хранителя дверей лабиринта - Власть

Through the eyes of a dead fish looked at the light,
Fashioned manipulation of what is not.
Peek through the cracks, were rumors
Relishing in wormhole mucus.

Explore the sky on the cards "Taro"
Evil, calling true good lies.
Considered the standard model of someone else,
The success, turning into an end in itself.

I - a spark of fire in the dance.
I - a reflection of the eye.
Bluff force the day
I had figured out at times.

New authorities need gunpowder,
Old power needed current.
Authority bosses Moloch,
Blood replenishing source
Rivers called "Dirt."

From takeoff to the fall distance - glare.
Who has now become dust, yesterday was great.
Variability of texture, capricious path,
In the power comes not braking.

Adept redistribution merge over the hill,
In revolutions ashes reborn terror.
Orange snot - ochkarikov dreams
In anticipation of a civil war.