Текст песни м i фо-га - 74 . славянская мантра

servants bow ~ Novy Zver
part of the soul, the birth from the inside ...
I was Chinese, and now
repainted in narrow-eyed punks.

Forty devstvenitsa get along breach
and prizes between the cold spirit
and that white death that inter-
between the rail and the celestial milk tooth

pour wine holey hand ~
do not count visitors zabryzganaya tablecloth
here it is the oar, but the river itself ...
blue feather bird will measure the porch

hare krishna hare krishna
krishna krishna hare hare
hare rama hare rama
rama rama hare hare

wake me, merciless wasp -
I always wanted to sing that song to you
where a stone -stavshiy- leaked dew
where the stones I'm not teasing.

if Krsna touched the door
If Buddha did not leave posture
if Christ Himself to me whispers in e e r!
= Napo PIGS sweat ROSES =

servants bow ~ Novy Zver
part of the soul, the birth from the inside ...
I was Indian, but now
All smuglyanok repainted punks.

hare krishna ....