Текст песни Крематорий - африканка

The African lives far away, an African can love until the end
Inside it is a fire and flowing water color

The whole world, both manual wolf obediently lying at her feet
But God knows, she do not care

Armageddon, day after day, the ritual of playing with fire
The reason to break out, a chance to stay
And having passed all circles to come home,
dancing in the bathroom Waltz
Watch wet mirrors

How is it in heaven flashed a thousand faces
There among the stars live only a prince
In one hand, his sword in the other hand weights
And in his head transcontinental sex

Kilimanjaro hanging behind, falls on top of an airplane
The airplane and the pilot sits stranglehold compresses the emergency brake,
One hundred years ago, he went to the front,
he will never return to it
But she is still waiting

Love weighing a hundred tons,
Death length of one hundred years
Although her life is not no money, no heat, no sense,
But there is a transcontinental sex

After passing the night porter clothes, we vydem naked on the highway
Let's catch the yellow tank and utrem all cabbies noses
And in the one hundred thousandth time she asks me the same question:
Tell me why we Copts is the sky?

And I say nothing, if I was sober
I will drink if I'm drunk
Watering the wine road that there is no happiness in life
But there is a transcontinental sex