Текст песни Илья Сойер - Чёрный список

I like everyone in the queue in the cemetery
With a ticket from registry Reapes
Standing in the existentition of re
Crowds of live figures of the dead.

There is no Okumen,
Where the axis of the world is galaxid dance
With complex systematics.
Cosmos, Genesis, Universe -
This is a set of numbers and program code,
After all, everything is mathematics.

God is a programmer created by
Other gods for modeling,
Whose debt is a sheet with work assessments
In programming lessons.

Where is death and where is the birth?
In scripts, codes, footnotes?
Why Fatoes react to observations,
Blowing through two stripes?

My fear is a bottomless pit, devouring everything there.
This is Battle Rap, but the opponent is existence.
Even the most terrible nightmare dies when you get used to it.
When Fidel Castro was gone, I got a knife from their silence.

Device to crawl blacklist
Hidden under the November snow.
In the courtyard of the house on the street of internationalists
Bond Bond Sidel.

Only madness has the ability
Discern how everything goes crazy.
I came to combat readiness
Like a letter burned in a bucket.

Do not chose and do not figure out the memories
Drops Vagin goddesses in my heart ignited fires.
I love you so much that I want a balcony in shine
Early jump from the wet sidewalk.