Текст песни Наум Блик - Круговерть

Was cold, precise cutter
Life is not one, it will come to an end.
A small surge or wave -
It is a war on the hearts of open spaces.

Stone Forest, the angel and the devil
Each pursues his interest.
Suddenly a blue Sheltering Sky
They rip the souls from their homes

Here on the ground pearls in ash
Stone is easily converted into a jelly
Bread in the lead, in spit feat
Strange lesson in space gloom

It is terrible to leave without leaving a trace
Even when under the feet of the water
Scary to stay inside the middle
And do not ever wake up already

"No" - it is a cipher, "no" as a password
"No" - our answer to stable pain
In the edges of the current is between the lines
Shevel eternity warm lump

You can hear screeching saws ruthless
Murmur, hysterical, yelling in the dust
Blood drops soaked sawdust
Their quiet broom sweeps in scoop

Stomp boots on cobblestones glasses
Gray hanging labels
Staring at an empty box blindness
Truth mixed with the foam at the mouth

The scheme is simple division of power
would have the heart to fall into despair not
Fates fasten whirlwind
All of us will judge a time and death.