Текст песни Африка и Вячеслав Лощилов - Дом превращается в склеп

And do not enter the monastery
And not to be left in peace with hard case
Cooled at a crossroads
Between you and the body
Here, every time it seriously
And okontsovke some stupidity
I remember something I carried
Wanted to give, but stumbled on stinginess

Fear silver mountains
Do not go there - there is full of holes
And in an ambush hunter - a mad eye
It hears the wolf, he believes leopard
Tales of the black hut,
About the old woman in her about the old man in the saddle
Leave tourists, let accelerate the move
I would've if I knew how to

The light is converted into sound
The sound is converted into a house
House turns into a crypt
The crypt is converted into light

Per hundred parts of the head
And each give a personal god
As trees for firewood
How to split up the road trails
And do not enter the monastery
And not to be left in peace with hard case
Cooled at a crossroads
Between you and the body

Fear silver mountains
Do not go there - there is full of holes
And in an ambush hunter - a mad eye
He is a wolf, his work - "Bite!"
Tales of the black hut,
About the old woman in her about the old man in the saddle
Leave tourists, let accelerate the move
I would've if I knew how to

The light is converted into sound
The sound is converted into a house
House turns into a crypt
The crypt is converted into light