Текст песни А Фо Мин - Песня про Дзен

Accustomed to die not old
To the memory zeji nodes
Favorite, if we lived in Korea
The world would not be so cruel

Red Sun substitutes back
Heel ahead Quicks
And you would give me a son
After all, we were not afraid of children

But here are simple butterflies
Complete your life cycle
Everyone has its own pyloram
Your knife and your motorcycle

Yesterday I was visiting a man
He does not like postmodernism
Red, black, left, right
Fascism, Anarchism, Communism

Zen will no longer
Never

Last memory of gentle skin
And everything else does not count
And here we are going to Cambodia
We are gods, your father is our half sweat

We will live in crystal palaces
Dare of his blood
And cattle on rice areas
Retribute our love

But what to do in a concrete city
Where even the station will take off
Dream, dream, see dreams well
Until you open your eyes

And then in the barrack filled with dust
The needle does not inhibit thread
And I save the latest forces
To believe, dream and love

Zen will no longer
Never

Slaves who deserved will
Beasts from stone cells
Open your eyes - we are in a walk-box
Evening raspberry ring

We learned to ride the riding
Fight and shoot
Let a bullet or a bayonet
Before death, it's not a sin to walk

But there is no white, nor red, nor black
Window in the alley, dim light
Circle Some Folded Mords
And with me no

Stupid hourly replace
Each other - frost and heat
And the whirlwind of stupid hope remains
That each of us will be happy

Zen will no longer
Never

A lonely bird is silent in the cage
Laughing tired convoy
But you can't disagree
That we spent well weekend

Let it be in a narcotic dream
Let it be yesterday
Someday all this will be
Will, it will be - we will go beyond the edge

And Zen will no longer be
Never