Текст песни atlantida project - 10 -- Тонкая грань

A fine line
The tribe anxiously chose the guides-idlers
On the swampy waters, the coast is proudly indented by fjords
Someone from the ancestors believed in a rapid bunch of answers
To an unfinished question, and to clearly asked on time

Dark distance
From the north to the north, the ancestors climbed
Sparks carved with teeth on flint
Seated and sang so closely to each other
That beards have grown into the ground in a semicircle

Copper tribute was collected by the master of the forest
In the lost swamps - shacks of half-erased icons of distrustful idols
There were enough brooms and stupas in the dark
The dark night is neither southern nor colorful
Stretch long along away the palisades
And the cart itself is passing somewhere
And it rides for so long, and creaks, and probably will creak endlessly

As long as a huntsman with the right to carry a revolver
Like what's in you, as old as the pieces of fog, the tendency to self-deception
In the belly of a prehistoric forest
Will not ban bonfires, [violating] / [protecting] the interests of capricious jealous dinosaurs

As long as a huntsman with the right to carry a revolver
Like what's in you, as old as the pieces of fog, the tendency to self-deception
In the belly of a prehistoric forest
Will not ban bonfires, violating the interests of naughty jealous dinosaurs

So it turns out that you are the closest relative of ants
Against the background of [mosses and] / [these] roots
Several centuries will pass as a few days
Several centuries will pass as a few days

So it turns out that you are the closest relative of ants
Against the background of [mosses and] / [these] roots
Several centuries will pass as a few days
Several centuries will pass as a few days

Caution!

Let no one notice that you can do everything
Let no one notice that you can do everything
[Let no one notice that you can do anything]