Текст песни Грибы с Юггота - Призванный

The trail led between gray boulders,
     Crossing the gloomy expanse,
     Where out of the ground through holes musty holes
     He is oozing decay unknown creeks.
     Sepulchral silence is not revived
     Neither the wind nor the rustle listvyanoy.
     The landscape was the goal is in front of me
     Wall has not grown a gigantic tree.

     Covered in dense thickets of weeds,
     He was like a ghost palace,
     And stages a march not for mortal feet
     I climb on it under the clouds.
     I cried - and found the star and the era,
     Who was called up in this area.