Текст песни The Fake Idol - Колумбийские клубни

Acid rain gnaws at my eyes
I'm a whipping boy again.
I see the light at the end of the tunnel
At the end, where the sensors are.
There's a cordon of understanding
Among the cubes of exalted feelings
You grow and indicator,
Your dead pulse marks.

Colombian tubers
Colombian tubers
I scratch you with golden crests again
Colombian tubers
Colombian tubers
Hydrocephalus returned for you!

There was nothing to talk about
We drank in silence.
We didn’t know that you were already gaining color
Star wanderers left without saying goodbye
And in our eyes the torch died out.
And in the swamps of consciousness
A specific smell was already emitting.
Already moving, already breathing
And they were not afraid of the magicians spell.

Colombian tubers
Colombian tubers
I scratch you with golden crests again
Colombian tubers
Colombian tubers
Hydrocephalus returned for you!

And on the periphery of the soul
Someone gathered a gang to kidnap you.
On large all-terrain vehicles
Ameliorators went on a journey.
They made their way through breaking and glitches,
Their wind roses on their wrists faded
And their all-terrain vehicles rusted on the road
But the columns were all on and the lights were on

To Colombian tubers
To Colombian tubers
To scratch them with golden crests again
Colombian tubers
Colombian tubers
Hydrocephalus returned for you!