Текст песни Log Dog - От любви гроз береги мозг

From love of thunderstorms, take care of the brain or half of the world may fall on its tail,
The guards of the gates of hell will leave their post, turning the other half into compost.
Looking up, you ask the right question, you will hear a pulse in response.
It’s me through my atmospheres, breaking through the celestial spheres, I rush to you on the wings.
Burning, worn into blood, on the other side of paradise