Текст песни Сергей Dжим - Старец

"If you ran to my board
We would cry outward
When his heart became
In the middle of the carnival "

"Watched rubbing hands
pixels, pixels, peak satietes
Around one avatars
Advertising, Goods, Svary "

A girl dreams of nightmares:
Can you talk to the dead?
Do you have a gun?
Cuttering pushes in aorta -
Miscellen!

And somewhere shoes an old man
Somewhere wears water to the well
Light only the sun
So that the sand will split
So that the sky melts
Prakhovo Pratratovo
God - Godhead
In bustle fuss.