Текст песни Аскать на Шуз - Мастера магнитных полей

Music: AS, R.Latypov
Text: Al.Shaulov

Record is made on A.Sh.HomeStudio (Ufa) in March - April 2002

Masters magnetic fields
Sophisticated whip destroyed
The sun in the hearts of men
And opened death
For which there is a void
What answer you nothingness,
On the news of the death of Christ?

    Among the books that you have written
    None of us do not find love
    Among you, seekers after truth,
    No people, no screaming, "grass!"

    Wizards wilting herbs
    What you hear creaking tram?
    Everyone thinks that he is right
    But what you say flower dying?

             The sun can not be broken into pieces
             On each staring at his feet
             There are those who see
             Herbs and flowers

Masters magnetic fields
Among the walls of painted blood
Among the ideas Wax
What will you do,
If suddenly you talk about the death of Christ?
And we'll laugh as gods,
Looking at you from afar

    We will laugh at you,
    I am looking at you like a circus
    What do you see for yourself,
    What will find in your tube?

    Wrapped in a shroud of science,
    Firm hand feeling the whores
    Do not you still have died of boredom,
    Masters magnetic fields?