Текст песни Норма Псевдоразума - Пастбище

We are blindly following the advice,
We step in the future of ligature.
And worshiping minarets,
Let us bow our face and hands in the dirt.

Then we turn to faith.
Hovering giant cross.
All also following manner
We beat roan in another roost.
And we expect a bunch of places,
In the old cemetery nobody wants.
But only the world continuous pasture!

Album: "The aftertaste of reality" (2015)
Music: Krupin Roman
Word: Andrew Sokolan