Текст песни T5 - ОЧАГ И САЛАМАНДРА

Part 1
Focus and salamander

Burnt was a pleasure. Some special pleasure to see how the fire devours things as they black and change. The copper tip of the fireproof is clamped in fists, huge python is expressing a poisonous jet of kerosene on the world, the blood is knocking in the temples, and the hands seem to be the hands of a wonderful conductor, performing the symphony of fire and destruction, turning into ashes is trying, charred pages of history. The symbolic helmet, decorated with a number 451, is low on the forehead, the eyes sparkle with an orange flame with the thought of what should happen now: he presses the igniter - and the fire eagerly rushes to the house, painting the evening sky in the crimson-black black tone. He walks in Roe Fire-Red Lights, and most of all he wants to do now what he so often amused as a child, - stick a twist with a lollipop, while books, like pigeons, rinse with wings pages, die on the porch and on Lawn in front of the house, they take off in the fiery whirlwind, and black from the soot wind takes them away.