Do not search between the shadow and light
It is not heavy, it's imperceptible
The Idea in the letters of the Testament,
Of the New one; it is a smell of the wind
The search for meaning, the breakthrough of the heart
The laziness - is already like a concept
The bed is like Venice
The street is a spice inside the foil
Hands in the belts, the white Monomakh
Frost on the windows, the roof is missing somewhere
Hands in the belts, the white Monomakh
It's not the beating of your heart
The letter was delivered by the bloody bird
I am the one that is between the shadow and light
I am the one whom you fear to be today
I am sending the letters, carved on the stone
You might understand if you are brave
When I speak, not everyone is able hear it
If you caught my voice, that means truly
Tomorrow will be knocking on your door, everything you hide under your bed is obnoxious
Your bordellos, the lies of new series
On the black paper give your consent - you are a new human
I am your doubts, I am not the truth
Not the Truth, bitch,
what a hell you made up in your head?
La-la-la
I am a fruit of the fantasy, - I've got a little worm inside
Put me into your mouth
Hands in the belts, the white Monomakh
Frost on the windows, the roof is missing somewhere
Hands in the belts, the white Monomakh
It's not the beating of your heart
The letter was delivered by the bloody bird