Текст песни Церера. Экспериментальная акустика - Копыто мамонта

For my rocking casual
For my black parchments,
What was charred and crumbled,
Bear me with hoof mammoth.

For mengir, what are me
Yes, for the rings that I, I fed,
Beat a sledgehammer on the oskovalenka,
Dipped scales in three handfuls.

For my pagan idols
In koim, I completely disappeared,
That in the set of tin is poured,
Give me a ward archeopteryix.

What else to the blackened atrium?
Bone playing, Mask-Mimika ...
In molybdenum crucible to trust
Inspired by muse the dok.