Текст песни Елена Смолина - Шаманы...

In the category of human angels,
What is flying in clouds of gray
There are laws, and there are rules,
There are laws, that they did not.
The blue sky, the ground vain
You can just fly birds,
To laugh with fools, fools
Top up, and down to rush ...

In the category of people, twilight
Quiet walk on land taken,
Being hungry, so mad,
B-cells burrow it not is closed.
And wander the white light
Over the shoulder - with wallet in hand - with his staff.
Build temples with thin walls
Just do not fly - to walk on dry land

Categories of people, the demons
the sky and the land cries ripped apart.
Angels knocks from the sky with arrows,
Catch cells in terrestrial wanderers
Wolf pack running on Forests
Temples demolish, seeking forgiveness
Not for what they were doing-doing,
And for what fell from the gray sky ...

With the category of human angels climb up and down so rush
With category-twilight of people just do not take off, to walk on dry land ...

2004

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