Текст песни NEKROPOLIS prod. - Из подземных атмосфер

Hello , my friend , you a letter with the underground mineral resources,
Here people are fleeing from the light on the dark staircase,
Then a ray of the sun and the color of the sky for a long time is not known ,
Here everyone wants, but can not be a world dominating ,
And all somewhere in droves through the catacombs ,
Bend over backwards , slow to growth of descendants ,
I then as a Kanu in the swamp .
Stamping his feet on the floor , let me just rest .