Мор. Утопия - Кому земля - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

To the land of the Holy Paradise, the expanses of the fields do not have fun, but every step, but every moment is tired of other worlds in himself a reminder, there are unclear flickering in yourself, as if he, on the stones of ancient plates, wanted to read the sacred alphabet and forgotten the concepts of inscription. And he wanders in the dust of earth roads an apostate, priest, herself who forgot the god to the things in things familiar patterns, he is the one who died is not given, who meets death in embarrassment to take away the eyes who sees dreams and remembers the names.