Текст песни Многогранен - Под ногами идущего

Under the legs of a walking hundreds of bones
From the skulls of the woven woven workers here.
Can you go and not die from horror?
Blood puddles on the floor, over the owls are circling.

In a word, every millimeter of fabric is impregnated here.
He brought you to the death ball - she puts menuets.
Find a pair faster and do not stand alone in the corner
Here will be a slaughterhouse number 5 - you look at voonnegut.

Breathe. Inhalation fragrances Ugona
Here Gada, it does not charge them what you're a guy in impact.
They want cache - they will always be enough
So let the skulls of them go with the weapons under the legs of them.

Under the legs of a walking hundreds of bones
From the skulls of the woven woven workers here.
Can you go and not die from horror?
Blood puddles on the floor, over the owls are circling.