Текст песни Somnambular Dance - Раскат

As one growls, rounding his chest armor -
Mirrors crackle, mountains crumble into smoke.
They say a corsair ...
Though rootless gossip lies
Do not contradict him if you want to walk alive.

As his second roar hides in the velvet larynx
And keeps until the deadline, burr in simple words.
Only laughter rings, sharpened on the saber of the mouth,
Yes, the glance will roll, like an ancient deity.

And the third P is muted to P,
His silhouette fades in the crowd,
But with a ridiculous dream, a shiver runs over me:
He, seeing the back, silently pulls out a knife.