Текст песни Штрафной Батальон Эволюции - Крест

The fate of the nails on the hands charted
And the sun was trying to dissolve them;
Rose soul magic light
And the whole world is ready to light up.

But the bright light so harmful to plants -
The Giants were killed, though Kapan
A dwarf cast shadows
Much more of their own shadows.

They is not spun,
Rapidly prepared for war -
Carcasses, soul magic light,
So far we have not lost the habit to live in the dark!

Surrounded by enemies, and in the bathroom - someone's ears
But it is necessary to destroy the parasites;
One spit fire is not extinguished,
But there are other ways to put out.

Oh, you - the poet, and your wings are intact,
You mchishsya off between the ruts and furrows,
But in the crosshairs of a clear sight
You are differences in all of its small stature ...

their art and clearly, and understandably,
And to what your hasty move,
Empty space is not sacred -
You're ready to cross the crossroads.

The holy place is never empty,
Your pedestal is worthy of all the awards ...
Art in the understanding of Procrustes
The standard format is necessary.

More than once you will hear about Damask -
He makes an excellent crosses;
Fans of clubs such suit
You are at the foot of the flowers.

But why, tell me you're so sad,
You're the world how thirsty you see down ...
Illiteracy tiny Procrustean
Was funny to you now - is bitter ...

Carnations wilt near the podium,
And the nails hammered into his hands, silent,
From the forge rushes metal ringing.
And the cross stands. As the signature of the executioner.

CAM, of 23.05.2000