Текст песни Соль Земли - 01. Фратрия

Phratry

Brushes rotate alternately iron petal
And the strength of these lines you drew in the East
Where were washed in the blood of the shrine of Palestine
And where the Israelis struck the Philistines
I'll tell you about the scars Sheikh
To learn how to betray and sell for a shekel,
To learn how to rain heavily sprinkled dry stones,
The fact that Zarathustra never said so.
This is about the difficult things.
I stand on an empty stomach complex soup
And than shoving your star davochke,
I'm better with the Small distribute, yes on the bench.
Deprived of Sanaa. Navigator star trails
Boy, whom God has preserved more than once, and saved
And if you're my enemy - ready for battle
With Russian crosses removed only with head
I do not call yourselves and do not keep
There are storm clouds. Pain and evil. Bear in mind.
I bring trouble. I myself exhausted and wounded.
My fight inequality. I'm stuck between worlds.
Martial caravans. Soldiers and pilgrims.
Drums. Bonfires. Fire-worshipers.
... And yet led them to the purpose of the power of the voice
Scars Sheikh white. Grayer hair.

This constellation of Blades is sending their ships
There, where the children of the forest and already there are fights.
Two volunteers - purely my brother and me.
Silver Rings. Philadelphia. Phratry.

Nuclear flow, wave verbal vibrations
We travel where there is no gravity
Writing in the compartments of orbital stations
Open space, trans workshop levitation
Ready to Rumble, even if one
Fallen from the Sky in the area of ​​Arctic ice floes
Heavy as the foundation of the Mayan ruins
Welcome to the area of ​​the five guillotines.
Hundreds mudil. Your rap shakes girls?
Against thee creator bomb ballistics scientist.
Here hot as in the Gaza Strip
Winged disc ago returned to NASA telescopes
I know we are lying even with the first class,
Planet of the Apes, Darwin, bike for the masses
They are silent about the pyramids on Mars
Penetrate, while you masturbate a brand new & quot; Lancer & quot;
Do not believe and will never be an ass
While you sleep steel bullet becomes ambassador
A world where the new president is a Freemason
His soul is a black hole, filled with evil
Stand at the edge, at the window frames
While there is a God I live here, including holograms
Health relatives. Faith is my temple.
Silver Rings. Light pass you by.

This constellation of Blades is sending their ships
There, where the children of the forest and already there are fights.
Two volunteers - purely my brother and me.
Silver Rings. Philadelphia. Phratry.