Текст песни Мокко fm - Вне религий

Love - is religion, outlawed,
Beyond the mind and even the truth,
Like Assai, my house will not be room
Feelings sew any open wounds.

After we die, we will stay the wind,
People breathe the air that sow heart,
Alas, for many people the eternal love is retro,
What you give, you will get it himself.

I do not need to look for us at the poles,
Just holding hands across the equator,
As for freedom it was not right the Marquis de Sade,
I would put all of us, playing in the betting.

I do not have to force you to write poetry,
They write themselves, with a mustache like our cats,
Moments "just you" - our personal archive,
Love - this is not a point but a string of commas.