Текст песни Кроатон-Климбатика - Летучая Мышь

09. BAT

A drop of darkness gently drip into the bloodstream .
Explode through the veins of melancholy sin .
Throw tons of nasty syllable words.
And fly , fly to the call of the morning .

Bat ! Bat !
You vzmoesh heaven. In heaven.
And only at night, in a vicious sky
For darkness miracles , miracles !
Bat ! Bat !

Like a man of brittle piles.
Like an insect cruel.
Like gargoyles flapping wings.
For her, you are God .

Svetoneobyatno ,
Demonopriyatno ,
Prizrachnorazvratno ,
Strictly and privately .