Текст песни Кооператив Ништяк - Мажор

Through the pale trace of melancholy to the otherworldly ladies
The art of death, grave graves Major
Stolen my shadow, blikuya black shell,
Erasing eraser with colorful world of paper

From the sixth hour until the end of the green plane
Balls rolls scarab natured ...
Crystal sphere of pain triple illusion.
What do you see in the doorway opened the door?

Brew tea from the leaves and empty souls of the righteous ...
Elsewhere more real than figs.
And I swing the mind, the moon as a light pendulum
For the space of the coffin to the grave allegories.

All the rest and hiding in the lake,
At the bottom is a strange colorless ooze.
And I'm trolling his latest wonderful asset
The art of death, grave Major graves.