Текст песни Эвэрест - 8. Монте-Кристо

Lies in a tube buried happiness
Somewhere between humus and carbon
Approximately 100 meters under the ground, wriggling the snake
I wandered to dig for the first glow
Soil horizon spanters shovel
Slamming earthters and moles and incomprehensible
Who hid under a blank card once
Red Cross marked place
Yellowed leaf, but not after leaffall
It's just a paper on it
Unknown pirate, squeal then
Sleeve sweatshirts need to dig, a lot of work
And deeply so, right, you won't dig quickly
Treating clay closer to Monte Cristo
I rop underground with the very note
And vanity sparks hangs
But the brushes are tense, the humpback body
Veins are visible, eyes see a dark tint
Blue sky moon as bad icon
And I will fall asleep, I do not care who will believe
Among the sort of hysteria, the world is shed
I descend fast sunset for gold
Escalator, I'm rock-mountain, said "It's time!"
It means excitement grief in their eyes screaming charge
A year and a half repeated the spell about herself
How in dreams, wealth can be satisfied under the legs
Evil not know, but the coolness took spring
Closer to helloo hell, this fool is nervous
Earth without the bottom, but I storm with sand in the hair
At the groundwater level on the stone spit
Not delicacy burning layer of continental bark
Nibbut and dig, it is necessary to have a deep hole
Sideways do not go out and idols forgotten in the labyrinth
How many events and nails like pieces of granite
Nibbut ... but you can't get away from atomic power
After all, the fading treasure crowds the grave