Текст песни SENSAR - Клоуни-вбивці

Clowns-killers from outer space
Open your chakras completely…
Cold ice and hellish tickle -
Hiding from death is not so simple.

CLOWNS CRY WHEN NO ONE SEES
WITHOUT MASKS AND MAKE-UP, THEY DO NOT RESTRAIN THEMSELVES.
NORTHERN PILGRIMS
CARRY BAGS OF SINS AND NUTS…
THERE IS NO FACE IN THEIR COMFORT,
THERE ARE NO CONTRADICTIONS AND DOUBTS IN ANGER,
THERE IS NO FAITH AND DENIAL,
THEIR ESCAPE DOWN… ON SATURDAY NIGHT
THEIR PROPHET WILL LEAD
THROUGH THE DARKNESS OF THE FLOOR, THROUGH THE CEILING IN THE DESERT,
THROUGH THE RUBICON
TO GOD IN THE STEPPE IN HYPERBOREA,
WHERE THE HORSE IS NOT TINNED, SADDLED BY WILL,
ON THE MONEY WILL BRING FREEDOM AND TROUBLE.

Clowns-killers from outer space
Open your chakras completely…
Cold ice and hellish tickle -
Hiding from death is not so simple.

Like strange Sumerian robots
Clowns cut the world's parallels;
The blood of the trees and the celestial spheres
They erased what could be erased…
The earth was destroyed by the dynamics of time…
Millions together stuck in incarnation…
The clowns laughed
From their only breath…
The ancient pyramids crumbled to ashes,
The water in the rivers turned into potions,
The seas blazed like dry twigs,
Clouds with rain hung over the deserts…
The clowns really left nothing,
With sad eyes stood in the middle of summer -
They killed everyone who could serve them…
Do you know what is interesting in the midst of all this?
Killer clowns are you and me.

Taras Pasimok, Nikita Shilo

(Rep project SENSAR)