Текст песни Джаспер Спрут - о ходьбе по жидким камням

Gods prophesied the starry nights
Beautiful handwriting whispered between lines
Who wants. What do you want to own?
Make a wish, take a look at the sky

For your shoulders, two messengers
Who is listening, someone in salt sypish
And that winner is kipish
Whose arguments fall into the Top

Under your feet liquid stones
Paved trail, you should know it
Do not fall to the bottom as the sinking of Atlantis
In the area of ​​sight you are an artist stretches canvas

The holder blanks, your whiskey clean
And with each liquid stone you're closer to the truth
Do not forget to go, life is like nicotine
Where would you not run away - the final one.