Текст песни Тёплая трасса - От первого крика

From the first cry
Prior to the first page,
From the white page
Before dark tombs
Tight stretched thread

After all, life - a Blob
In the white paper
And cut his hands,
Having filled gullies
Mad desire to live,

Hanging Rocker
In truth around his neck,
Blind Goddess
You'll be mine,
When I was over the edge of the Corn,

After all, life - this word,
He lives to hear
Tom, who again
Ordered to survive,
Rejecting saving paradise.

On the chest accept
Your epic,
Hot cobblestone
Horned snake
On the paw godsend,

That took heart
And the earth rocked,
And you dissolved
All the ends and beginnings
Tears running water.

Lying in the gutter
Hermit - other
Covering a full-length
The diameter of the circle
And turn it into eternity,

After all, death - a point
On the black page
Holy Star
In our fallen person
Falling makes shine.