Текст песни Атлантида проэкт - тонкая грань

Guidemen are temporarily chosen as tribesmen - loafers
On marshy waters the coast proudly cut by fjords
Someone believed from ancestors
In a swift bunch of answers to an unfinished question, [under] clearly set in time

Dark distance
Ancestors climbed from north to north
Flinting teeth
Carved sparks, sat and sang
So close together
That beards have grown into the earth in a semicircle

Copper tribute
Gathered by the master of the forest in the lost swamp shacks
Half-erased icons of incredulous idols
IN [...]
Enough in the dark
The dark night is not southerly and colorful
Stretching long along away palisades
And the cart rides somewhere
And rides for so long, and creaks, and probably will creak endlessly

As long as the huntsman with the right to wear a gun
Like what's ancient in you than lumps of fog, a tendency to self-deception
In the womb of the prehistoric forest
Will not ban bonfires, protecting / violating interests
Moody and jealous dinosaurs

So it turns out that you are the closest relative of ants
Against the background of these roots
Several centuries will pass in a few days

Caution! Let no one notice that you can do anything. Stopudov.