Текст песни Пикник - 1998 - Стекло - 05 Два великана

Do not move, you're from stone,
And shudder you will not be able to save,
Two giants will quarrel
The land will begin to shake.
It is not clear what hinting,
Panting from juices inside
Two giants will quarrel
The land will begin to shake.

Yes, they are the lords of dust,
As if frozen, look,
So that big eyes are not cooled,
Ignite themselves from the inside.
Forgotten, mashed with hands,
Every muscle on the neck sparks,
With hot spots whiskey,
From paper creatures away.

Do not move, you're from stone,
Do not interfere with their hands to weave,
All hope on two giants,
Sourned reason on the way.
Do not move - it will be like
They pass by no hurry
They wagons in the dust -
The soul world.