Текст песни Babangida - Огонь

In the midst of summer frost,
Under the mask fire in the eyes
Veliad Tosca
Thoughts like pasta is namazan on the bread of being
But I still realize that the world is material
Covered with a patchwork sky blanket,
Slowly delirious sand
Along the edge of the shore
Nerves - stretched strings
I do not believe people
Here not to understand who the enemy who is friend
I believe only the fire
What burns in my chest
Whole this world is weave from fire, smoke and ash
On the sky hole
After all, the right was Copernicus
Sun - Center of the Universe
But it is within us
Or burns on the tip of your cigarette
Universe - Puff Pie
And let this world are not the best of worlds
And you are not mythic hero
But carried people fire
Then it was chained to a rock
And your liver pecks only in the grave
We are waiting for eternal comfort
Count up fire
Envelopes Datma
But while you are not a vibrant
Break cold walls, ignite yourself
And all that burns
Die, but this world is light
Pursar fuck him like a grill chicken

Is there powder? Picks Fitil
Until the fire went out in the chest
While you are alive, setback all around
Did you decide that? So play this game

So thirty, brother.
Dick knows
Suddenly a new term will give
Or let go of the will
I look at the sunset by the sea and sort of pleased
What was.
But they speak for the painted focus in Camork
For sure there is a door
And I believe - all this fire, he is not alive
Just depicts on canvas
And we all went to visit - our house is not here
But even if there is something in the invented world
In the reflections of this fire
I don't want to change fucking
Chasing away Umnajak
Chur me
I miss the flame seems to life it is important
I restart the wick, blast
And then squeezed cough
Try
And your longing will also pick up
In smoke clubs
And if you, bro, was too faster
And did not believe in a miracle
How to be a pike in the hole
And the desire will fulfill
But you yourself are not happy
So blunt fiery sails
Derive from the harbor of a flying ship
And rich clouds, swim in the side of the sunset
Where the first rays are born there
In the bunch of fire and light
And let the new winds come to replace us

Is there powder? Picks Fitil
Until the fire went out in the chest
While you are alive, setback all around
Did you decide that? So play this game