Текст песни CARDAN - ПОТОП

bilious streams, through cable channels,
the spirits of suicide saddled the giants
How long to canoe in the sea of ​​vomit,
while witches are dancing at home, pulling tights on their foreheads

dense walls of fog, sticky as blood
cuts the sharp knife of our mobile temple
we see signs in the sky, pigeons bring us cereals,
then the light is stronger, then we will die in the attack!

we are the salt of the earth - we pour it in time, we inflame the tracts
we are the density of water - we change facts, we break your contracts,
twisting the soul, tearing with the roots of the cataract

the waves are beating with foam to keep tired,
fragile, fragile - a world of wood and steel
gauze ribbons break from purulent pain,
umbilical cord vessels cracked from dirty blood

the waters have receded, and the obstetricians wear masks
in the foam of the drowning world we will arrange our dances,
clay feet wash away stormy streams
the bronze colossus sinks in the city's unclean drains