Текст песни ГДР - Я здесь

I'm here

Gliding on the blade of the knife with a yolk on a lazulitic background, not a bag, not a mill of a particle in synchrophasotron, wait for hundreds of thousands of years, having gathered them all in an instant, grabbing the space gun, threatening the bastard of oblivion - I am here. And starting your rank quasar at the bottom of the spectrum, passing the countlessness of the parse, but not toasting the half meter, in trying to break the steel steel, not seeing where to put a point, fearing sigh and lose, which came the short line - I am here.