Текст песни Эдгар - Плод

corpse fruit
Rocking on his
Genealogical tree.
The seeds inside it
The memory of generations.
He falls
And will give rise to a new empire,
To stay later
forgotten
Under the rubble of time.

But what will sprout?
So who will it?
But do not think too forward:
Do not pass a year,
As it already
Someone, right, eats.
That was the only way to be
Find out,
What kind of seeds to plant, and what - to burn?

Humus:
Life - it's dirty,
But in the mud so safe ...
stay hungry
You do not give here.
Wait ...
Do you realize the purity of this dirt?
Or thyself Moses,
Daily bypassing an oasis?

But what when it enters
In him and quench his thirst for power of common sense
But do not think too forward:
Do not pass a year,
As it already,
It is true, God will take.
That would be a way to
Find out,
What kind of seeds to plant, and what - to burn?