Текст песни PAINT THE MXRNING - Ритуальный Дым

Spring theory
where mankind
may lose reason and
to find
that you are no longer a man
flying between shops
Challenged
and disappeared

Among machines
towers and convoys
When I'm alone
no place and rest
in the music of Verkhin
Symphony of factories
Ritual smoke

Hypothesis of the country
where mankind
better than we were
then
eyelids catch up with century
So I want you
died on my hands
and resurrection