Текст песни зорькин инцест - Иноки

In the black river from tears
A duck cloak has grown.
Under the sky of the color of apathy
Looking for a shelter at the brethren
Two monks of different genera.
The wind carried away from the heads of the shelter.
We entered different doors,
There were wonderful animals.
Either in hell, or not.
Either life, or light.
Ancient holy books leafed through,
what's on the shelves. Verigs creaked.
“You will not be full of spiritual food” -
One monk speaks to the second.
The other was silent, looked at the house.
The path of well -fed to him is not leading.
The darkness grew up, the frost was stronger.
Their train lean fled.