Текст песни atlantida project - Роза и крест

Who is on the bench without removing the shoe had fallen asleep,
Perhaps this corpse? No, it seems to be alive!
Or very much wants to be alive ... sometimes ..
Eeey ... pure morphine or too much salt
Shooting in the sea shore long streams.

eeeey..aaaa .. (X 2p)

White lace light, this or that.
Children with brass knuckles in the shadow of the helicopter playing with words
And the rain dissolve the wall.
Big hypnotic flurry of flexible algae
In dreams mysterious tangled system of signs
Swam outside the distorted sounds.

eeeey..aaaa .. (X 2p)

Far from the universal conspiracy pink statues
And the rose in the cross head impregnated with smoke visions -
Brooks conveyed over the trees
And grass woven in pink specks spilled,
As oil under the northern sun century
Perepolznovenya snails at incredible distances.
That, perhaps, is written above.
And most importantly, the moss on the slate roof,
And most importantly, the roof of this crude, raw and clear.

Who is on the bench without removing the shoe had fallen asleep,
Perhaps this corpse? No, it seems to be alive!
Or very much wants to be alive ... sometimes ...
Eeey ... Oooooh!
Eeey..aaaa ... eeeee!