Текст песни м i ф o г a - славянская мантра

Servants Bow: New Beast
Enters into souls born from the inside out ...
I was Chinese, and now
Narrow-eyed will be repainted as punks

Forty virgins get along a hole
And prizes between the cold spirit
And that white death that between
Between the heavenly rail and the milk tooth
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Pour the wine, hand full of holes ...
Don't count the guests the splattered tablecloth ...
Here it is the oar, and here is the river itself
~ blue feather will measure the bird's porch

Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare
Hare Rama, Hare Rama
Rama Rama, Hare Hare

Wake me up you merciless wasp
I always wanted to sing you that song:
Where under the stone - standing - dew flowed away ...
Where I no longer tease you with stones

If Krishna would open the door
If Buddha does not leave the pose
If Christ himself whispers to me: Believe !!
(~ DRINK THE PIGS WITH SPARKLING ROSES !!!)

Servants Bow: New Beast
Enters the souls born from the inside out ...
I was an Indian, and now
All dark women will be repainted as punks

Hare Krishna ...

<2000y> - mifoga *
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Recording with two guitars
(with Anatoly Zakhariya)