Текст песни Agnivolok - Скульптор

The guards cry quietly in the morning
Rubbing a lamp smell on a house
Rods sweep blood from a wound
What have you done, janitor?
From above, the city seems silent
The dream crucified in the chapel dries
No windows visible from under gray roofs
What have you done, pilot?
Rocks shuddered
Horses with green eyes
The hooves froze to the station
What have you done, sculptor?
There weren’t enough blue spots in the sky
White powders, rainy capsules
It will never hurt again
What have you done, doctor?
There was no peace here
The guards left, but the horse remained
The bell fell on a monk
What have you done, god?