Текст песни Илья Сойер - Порезы святости

Alcohol penetrated my aorta
In a place of glory for pioneers.
I huddled beyond the shadows
Where the miracle of seven mirrors sparkled.
Asian Soviet freaks
In cast iron gray areas
Closed the treasure basement.

I had to pick up homemade cognac
Two blocks from here.
To continue the Revelation at three in the morning.
Siberian autumn draft
Chased away Judas,
Starfall fooling my Transformation.

And there! In the void of broken realities
Russian kitchens panel crypts
Fusel dreams open consciousness.
November blizzard with squally wind
Before the last Russian dawn
The old pine has suffering.

Antennas consume joy
In the quiet fire of the stars.
Holiness cuts on my hands
Black and white birches.

Love lives in my glass
With the honesty of a pure eye
This night is quiet again.
Help how to die without pain and immediately.