Текст песни atlantida project - Дилер

Everything is fine, just do not be late for dealer
It's okay but would not late Dealer
Infinite childhood at the turn, at the corner of the house
close to the stalls, with multi-level holes

In that hour when a sticky bayonets fences
with a combination lock, I would not have caught the backpack
Running out of the den silent monks
from Tibetan officers.

Those who were not avid friends
but if, for at least an eternity sign
Living book, poem with a font
like tags on the entrance wall
lower break slightly torn
fine lines of silent stupor
Polotnitsa within the boundaries of the crater
courtyard well, mushroom Twilight

It's okay, it does not seem too late Dealer
It's okay, it does not seem too late Dealer
endless marking time to the holes in time
But I already feel your own inspiration
Goose bumps and hear the mantra chanted
without fanaticism, without requiring initiation

It's okay .....
It's okay .....
It's okay .....
It's okay .....
It's okay .....