Текст песни Тим Скоренко - Фараоны

As high up the stairs but in the big nowhere
Care pharaohs in the glorious month of Ramadan.
Entrainment scrolls tales, magic, dreams and runes,
And now the sick children are sure to die,
Because there will be miracles in their pillows,
And thorns and squares will remain on the water
The dishes with warm chocolate and hot milk ...
You know, it is very difficult to believe that to leave easily.

    Created his own kind
    this day,
    To light scratching the skin
    on hands,
    To know that does not help
    elderly
    Warm climate, the doctor and malice,
    and nowhere
    There will be dragons
    and chimeras,
    And no one will remember
    names,
    And blow up the quarry
    Order,
    In which there are no laws,
    and for the winter
    The wind will turn people
    and wine
    Snow will fall on my shoulders
    in February,
    And no longer will be easier
    and warmer,
    And do not be like me
    silence.

Blowin black pharaohs in flasks of wine,
A higher rungs disappeared behind ...