Текст песни Pastor Napas - Питерский щит

Pastor Napas:
I was in the world, not to give up hands and training will
Temptations around something attractive, but not worth it
All these flavors, paints, tastes and forms
The choice is huge, but there is something in it except

Stubborn in the mountains snakes burn foot
A sir of throat is striking a song, connection with the source
Not all, here he is thought - word and sound
Tightly snotched shores

Inhale, breathing, as far as I could issue
It was my choice, it was my challenge
From the bottom of the light, then turned on, then Gus
It seemed to be close, but the hall was silent as if we were not

Stars floated on the ceiling, and could be in the sky
I am a pushing speech my, become a hlev
It was not, no, this was not exactly
Row for a string of nowhere to put points

Written will not erase, I ripped pages
One solid lies, a slow killer,
What will you take with you when you have to merge.
Everything will wash this rain, the mascara will flow on persons