Текст песни sCorThix - Философия Ночи

The nights are dark only then
To hide a thousand stings
Morpheus cried, pity the inhabitants of the walls,
Spores of Siberian fish exhaled through the window

Cultivate the spirit of a fragrant fruit,
Having drunk carnal passions to the end,
Tales still lie about ascetics without spots,
As if they are all favorites of the Creator

Find wild peace in the lair,
Absorb moisture from rotten leaves,
Stone the victim, eat the bone marrow
Forget the bronze, wheels and tea

Caught in a hole, at a dead end
Hit with a sharp thorn
If a friend hears a cry
So the harvest is ripe

Daughters of the swamps and drowners in wells
They will receive with honor, loving brotherly
Soon you won't like the sun
You will be branded with a new name

Transcendental Barrier
Blown up by shrapnel inside
The refined world will dissolve in you
You are a sea of ​​plasma, you will not sleep