VOSMOY - Borsch | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• VOSMOY
• Borsch

Pesni.guru - сайт для Гуру

VIII (VOSMOY)
Borsch

i dip my fingers deep into boiling
soup just to feel little pain of existence
seal of the being

i cut my skin and saw little drops falling
into the water swarmed with the pieces
of spiritless fetus
i saw that brew reddened

hot deep swirl
caught my infantile eye
drew me in
i forgot all that i was

i looked at the cross on the top of the valley
mirage of mirror
in the middle of barrens were hundreds of men
singing the verses

i saw the blooming tree where i was hanging
dead and suspicious hooked like a carcass
wrapped in a velvet
red was a color

crowd have been shouting
louder and louder and louder
deafening clamor
of internal voices
now they were telling me all that- so the feast begins
all that i am

glimpse of the hollow
self reflected
red is true color
true cognation

Soup in my head