Текст песни Crista Plumbum - Коан Локана

In the emptiness of non-action
I'm making my way
Suddenly it will succeed ignorance
Circumvent Being.
Avoid awareness
And breathe freely.

The winds will change
Or they are already blowing.
Splitting the spectrum,
Like a host of watchmen.
On the way of days and meters
Don't reach the lines.

A reward for my senses
All corporeality is mine.
In the disharmony of hell
The fabric of reality is cut
Pleasure delight
Yes, the instincts of the beast.

Our great forerunner
Called a dream
Out of control and eternal
Talking about one thing -
All goodbyes and meetings
Only the format of the mantra Om.

Bum.