Текст песни ЖизньНасекомых - 4 цикла

Chorus:
Where we are going? - Bones as the world,
And there is a choice - do not believe them.
Does the heart of the way?
ahead of time,
Breda him among the chorus:
Our pastor - pilgrim.
Where we are going? - So frail world,
And there is a choice - do not believe them.
We go into the darkness of time.
Breda him among the chorus:
Our pastor - pilgrim.
verse x1
Four cycle on two planets,
The fifth sun translates into space.
All videos are simple and thought,
But when you understand - it's too late.
Where are we going? What drives us?
They beckon maples color and calls the moon
Among the opinions of others try,
To understand where this stream of "I".
verse x2
As Rem Digga from the window to precipitate,
I smoke it, snorting, I drank what was left.
Removed unnecessary Occam's Razor
We are all the sections, but one person - a simulacrum.
It would be so easy to stop time,
Redesigning and could not sleep the course of history.
I can see the shore in the blood,
This juvenile sea at his feet.
It beats in hysterics, to pass someone.
No blame, everyone will understand everything so late,
All the senses in her eyes, beautiful as the stars.
Night in the morning - we go into the sunset late.
Sitting smoke to seem rooted.
But nothing will change sequence of events,
We walk around and have to go through so much
Little desire to try to get out:
I hold hands the whole world - Calvary.