Текст песни Artificial Time - Полночный бред

Midnight Delirium

Where people like insects,
Well, again, negros slaves,
I'm sitting in an embroidered shirt,
Belly colored mushrooms.
I see hundreds of different images,
Among them there are birth and death,
And the flow of children's tears,
And the old woman's cheerful laughter.
See how destroyed forever
And that time is flowing like a river.
See how horrified carelessness,
And courage flees from sin.
Mind as soluble truth
Milk called a lie.
I spent yesterday tomorrow
And I was suddenly filled shiver.
I am writing in a dry blotter
About soaked through slugs
And quite in embroidered shirt
Back home in his arms.