Текст песни МОР - Воронья Мгла

The wanderings of the knowledge of beauty
And hundreds of times on the verge of hell
Painful poison cup
It was absorbed into the silence of the October

How dirty golden rustling
Caught up in the crow mist flow
Stream of consciousness and death
Fell limp corpse

Break the link, dissolving
Grow into the soil forever
Consciousness is changing, leaves
In the eyes of the usual jet wing

Washed away by heavy rains
Frayed turbulent water currents
Scratches on the wind songs
Crow will carry into the abyss

Visions, visions, paintings
Through the mobile wing
Clearly, clearly, truthfully
It was as if I was crazy

A thought like a razor
Again I cut
I'll be back in the veins
I'll be forever