Текст песни ATL - Божественный флоу

The leaves are fallen angels, the wind cry like a banshee,
Let the dead brain moves in the box, as the maggots
Let the dead world shakes his hips under the slits ladies,
These eyes opposite jamb you incinerate me
Bones goes well, & quot; cyclone center & quot; drags,
Here you will come more to die - will rise later
Then someone sit down on mother's Masonic lodge.
Koli me dome kolschik, here's my God flow.
Give ear, O sister! Give ear, O brother!
As long as we spiral twirl Kolovrat.
And every darling humus, gorged itself bleached,
We read the burial service for the dead here, and you try to have a census.
My rap as the barrel, the street as its leaves turn in the ring,
I breathed in the rap street, and you scum, his censure.
Let go of me, Holy Mary, let me go, policeman,
Light my clear sunbeam penetrates to the soul.