Текст песни Фаюмский Бородач - К Александру Дугину

Show me a tradition, a little prince,
Do not tell again about the eon and southes.
I wander all my life between pilates -
Wahrheit is only in heaven, on the ground only Luge.

Your brilliant mind gave me light
Golden stars with eight vectors:
I did not swear at you for you.
But my path paved with your feet.

Show me your proud thoughts scope,
Like Zeus Orel, contemplating eternity:
Between the fate and the will of the grave in heaven,
You have gained your draw by taking inevitability.

Show me a tradition, wise chiron,
But you can give a refrain of Titan to give titanium.
Let in the Atropos-spinver you love
Your lot is the island of perfect and the worlds.