Текст песни Ольга Фатнева - Кампанелла

I'm Tommaso Campanella in the cradle of Alcatraz
In my phoneme's head - Para bellum, si vis pacem
Fill the silence of the basement to micron
thrombus body rooms as a cartridge in the Walter system
Like Tommaso Campanella, there is no power, but time suffers
I see the light at the end of the tunnel, but myself - Amenhotep
A buried layer of dust, a megalith in the canan pits
Who would take out the soul, separating it from the soft tissues?
Etc:
In these caissons I don’t remember
High seas chip
Dystopia of the city of the Sun, poison
Waters turned into wine, I
I feel the spirit of weightlessness in a ripped off
Voice of the Eternal Call
The steppe will be filled to the edges of the horizon
The dreams of my arizona

I am Tommaso Campanella, a dense carapace above me
Overturned instead of the sky - Para bellum, si vis pacem
In God-given oecumene I choke like a sprinter
I have been invisible for years in the maze transitions
Like Tommaso Campanella, the words radium or rubble
Scatter what for if heaven is outside the cave
The vertograd of your truths, my radar did not find
According to Hermes Trismegistus, what is inside is outside