Текст песни Бах под кокаином - Мокша

who knows,
whose sky will be heaven and on earth?
whose sun is capable of warming space?
whose hands smell of both wind and warmth at the same time?
who owns this?
think that I am a contemplator.
I arrange a casting like the supreme power,
to put up for sale
all the most beautiful of yours.
and all the most beautiful of yours
is immediately sublimated into the code.
so the way each of you lives,
of my sensitive choice is the fruit.

I see the people are coming.
the voice of each novibrat will remain in the throat.
each of you obeys my will.
and the one who professionally falls down to the sun,
who will warm the cosmos even by one degree,
he will take my place - and I will take his place.