- Жанр
- death metal
- Краткое описание
- Идущие на Солнце
- Лицензия
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- Над треком работали
- IZED
- Автор музыки
- Сергей Барсуков
- Автор текста
- Сергей Барсуков
- Исполнитель
- Рок-группа "IZED"
- Описание
- Славянский Крест
- Альбом
- МОПИХА-2024
- Студия
- BSK-studio
- Текст
- The Slavic Cross
[Intro]
Without sad collisions and lampoons,
Under the exterior, alas, completely different,
With other women that were not always loved,
I was enslaved in the village of Kurennaya.
[Verse]
Patched up the gaps of life's bald spots,
Rolling up the bald patches under the asphalt,
But my righteous work was unsuccessful,
And the vertical became horizontal.
[Chorus]
Walking in the sun reaches,
That layer of heaven that is eternal with longing...
Among them I am dragging, crawling, getting used to,
In the slum city of the urban jungle.
The scabbard does not press on the shoulders,
And there's food in it, and there's drink in it, and then,
What invariably ruins, rarely heals,
And turns it into complete nothingness.
[Verse]
But the sun is shining, shining, blinding,
I close my feeble hand.
Going down, going down, where, I don't know?
But I feel the world is completely different.
Having reached the deep casemates,
And descending into such a familiar crypt,
Where, as in a dream, I once drove teas,
And he ate rye, charred bread,
[Chorus]
Where, only darkness and shadows are subject to me,
Where is the blue chill of the trembling walls,
With insomnia native, iconostasis,
I drank freedom, forgetting about corruption.
But they won't hear, for sure, they won't hear,
Walking in the sun through the foliage,
Sermyag of lost thoughts,
Let it be ephemeral, but essentially.
[Verse]
The Slavic cross is an astral symbol of the sun:
"I greet you! Going to execution
Hurry up slowly, marathon runners.
There is only one salvation – photophobia!"
Walking in the sun-the cross is burned,
And they turn into heavenly lapis lazuli.
My spinning wheel is a serf mass,
The perimeter is encased in granite.
[Outro]
Waking up in the morning in a concrete crypt,
I regaled those walking in the dark,
The wing of euphonious orthoepies,
Bravura in pristine nudity.