Текст песни Botanic project - Шесть брахманов

Entangled in domes ashrams
 Inadvertently wandered into the eternal temple
 There's room, an altar and six Brahmins
 Supports the world's hustle and bustle
 One Acharya bright and cheerful
 Casts over a flowering spring
 The second silent, sullen and seasoned
 Expiring sends to rest
 The third in the bosom of the wick
 He controls their body and soul together
 The fourth guru strictly keeps style
 So that we are falling, then took off again
 At five in the neck horoscope
 To each his destiny
 Sixth teacher looks through a telescope
 Twisting the mood in the house

 6 Brahmins singing voices of fantastic birds
 6 Brahmins give thousands of people appear
 6 Brahmins knock on the door of our sleeping hearts
 6 Brahmins Smer silent unless the Father House

 Each of these beads around his neck
 These beads are made of eye
 Jews, Africans and Indians
 Earth, Saturn, Jupiter and Mars
 They even demigods bow
 A rush to escape the demons
 And every stranger with the curve of the road
 Ready their true characters wait forever