Текст песни Ка-тет - 04. Дорога искателя

Fate as footrests
and finally I am at the foot
the church does not feel my legs but still rush
through the settling dust off road

in the hope that you will forgive me all the sins
and I do not again obtain a claw under the nail
because I do not know so much
each lost in these cities
endless roads

In everything give thanks to the grave
but the scars on the heart try not to touch
where the fate of the city is like a cobra
Flirt sleeps where alcohol biorobot

such is the nature of people to dive head straight into the hole
without looking at do not care

Road finder
Let spreading tablecloth long journey
shall preserve thee hand of the creator
do not waste time not to be late as a result of us

Do forgive the walls of the temple are not frequent worshiper
pure heart but the heart of a wounded
skeletons in the closet is not hidden in secret without the pale

not to betray what is necessary to protect necessarily
if the river shore to know where to switch attention
perseverance rather than moaning

to do so in advance wounded knowledge
actions back boomerang fate twist the ram's horn
this hurricane will touch even the extreme
in the way of testing me
Trouble rake if it is necessary to hurry lobbies
on the road finder