Текст песни Мерген Челтанов - Иа

I kept in my hands
Thin lace.
He was so similar
On an excreted tail.
Frank in sins -
Soon a terrible rock,
Introve your knife
Say: "I am your guest!"

Poor IA
Does not help you
Power hidden
His good eyes.
Those who betrayed
She walked over his heads
He is hooves
Became in dirt.

Where good, where sin
I could not understand
And wore naively
Tail like souvenir.
I hold in my hands
Thin lace -
Key in mysterious
Incomprehensible world.