Текст песни Парацельс x BANCHMUSIС. - Табор

Hera slept, wrapped with foil,
Gypsy Tabor rides in Crimea? Or Stockholm?
From the bag is not visible to the melting sun,
and in the bag itself for someone with a messing portion;
somewhere under Minsk Valya collects wheat,
and Abdul among plantations - poppy on the eyelashes;
The sands of the desert climbed the ears to me;
I wait for the arrival of the muse - there is better no arrival;
It's hot at home at the devil.
suggested to fight him, but he is on waste under the blankets;
I can hardly smoke to Talah, no.
the heart is joking with me - pods;
East calls me to throw the living life,
let me lead a black binding
Scorpio crawls near the ankle,
But at the site of the excavation, I will get to all sources.