Текст песни atlantida project - Мир В Беде

Not given shape in a lucid dream,
Someone that hurt - he read out the characters from right to left,
Pulling the ears with tusks
Ganesh with Tarami,
Assigning the date of unimaginable events
Pairs and singly,
Without bending under an avalanche of inconsistencies with common sense
Oars
Removed himself from the pier
In stone sea ...

Waking up suddenly with a question - Who am I?
Again - What was yesterday?
Stumbling into a reality without any drugs
Outside space and outside areas.
God forbid be,
Focusing on the right hand,
Obeying the heart there,
Where quite happy herbivores
Pounce on innocent predators!
The world is in trouble -
- No time to argue about food,
Anything
Sometimes written pitchfork on the water ...
The world is in trouble -
- No time to argue about food,
Anything
Sometimes written pitchfork on the water ...

The world is in trouble -
- No time to argue about food,
Anything
Sometimes written pitchfork on the water ...
The world is in trouble -
- No time to argue about food,
Anything
Sometimes written pitchfork on the water ...