Текст песни Нож в спину - Ржавые ребра - Минус

Rusty edges are not local frigates
Pop from shock waves ugly.
Heavy clouds past layouts
Add to land another hill.

Discouragement in miles, in the minds and in a frenzy,
In unclear yesterday's prayers to the gods.
The old man left the lighthouse watch
And drink the last cup.

With damned temples, on the ocean floor,
It creeps into the minds of absolute evil.
Religion new, past tyrants
Mash tentacles pulled to the bottom.

The smell of rotting fishing catches
Crawling from mutations crouched bodies.
Do not roll toys doors and bolts
And woe to those who are not destiny

- I've seen them at Cape macabre orgy.
- I've seen in the port of strange people.
- They were not the people they were old,
Whose then forgotten, and ancient shadows.

That strange dance confused women
Under Klokot seething spoiled notes.
Who knows the reason - is crazy.
I am glad that the death of the moor is about.