Текст песни moi nlo - ludi neba

someone knocks on my door
but I'm not at home
and who knocks, the old woman's death, forgive
but I'm not going all the
dank gray day
stalkers on a distant meadow
with every step more shade
We soluble in green fog

we the people of the sky
we play with the fact that you'll never see
in this system there are laws, of which you will not hear
Truth close our faces you will see new programs
we the people of the sky, everything is simple
it's time to fly on missions

Time is a river
shell-stone streets
Our work in something bitter
our wounds are not all healed
mystery in all of us
line areas of anomalies
the one who saw it at least once
He knows what lies far away from reality

2012 thoughts are material
ghosts on the road
the soul of our ancient mystery
plasmoids on the photo images
dips in the space of hell
precious angel hair
And we will always be close to you!