Текст песни Lucifugum - Остывший сам...

Do not build a house from the road
 would not let him return to power
 You are not legs
 not a lot of time l took a bite ?
 withered last stream
 if the first born hero
 and the god of the mountain of useless
 I built myself feel you
 dam fear mill luck
 go one and to please herself
 easy to start a difficult birth
 evil , happiness hold ready
 not a stone in his hand , a knife in his bosom
 any raw meat or swill
 Wolves are not proud proymёsh
 old now anyway
 sun blinded for a long time
 comfortable now yoke
 cool sizzling brand.