Текст песни Мастер - Мастер скорбных дел

Moving on, crawl into a muddy runoff,
Spend your money at once , copy the money for the future,
Whether covered in tattoos or white as snow ,
Think you're above the wiser .

Whose hand shakes the world cradle ?
This is a master, our sorrowful Affairs

Up without aisle transcendental trail
At noon, the old man with a lantern looking for light,
He worked for hundreds of years and we are tired ,
Better wanted everything went as usual .

Whose hand shakes the world cradle ?
This is a master, our sorrowful Affairs