Текст песни Nike - Пустыня иллюзий

See caravan rushing, charged words alloy
Gozhy to fight, but you would withhold donkeys.
Hatred and hunger that gave birth to the layer.
Foul-mouthed, fear the evil eye.
Look, rushing caravan of soldiers entirely bulls, oxen, yes.
And three seconds is enough to get them to Volyn.
Thirst miss your desert devils,
And in your place I would not have reason to give them.
Here awaits each of them okontsove topaz,
Piles of Pharaonic treasures, gather the puzzle
Tombs discharged only death, but moves with the crowd
Zabluzhdniem, because I'm here top ass.

Chorus:
In the dunes you are looking for trouble,
It is better to keep your bellies.
And if you hope to stay here in the black,
Waiting for you, my thug, a desert of illusions.