Cygnus... Vismund Cygnus (исполнитель: The Mars Volta)
The ocean floor is hidden From your viewing lens depth perception Languished in the night All my life I've been Sowing the wounds But the seeds sprout lachrymal cloud Niño prepárate Que vas a sufrir Niño prepárate Salte veneno Niño prepárate Salte de aquí Niño prepárate Labios temblando Niño prepárate Salte veneno Niño prepárate Salte de aquí Niño prepárate Brincan los cuerpos Vas a sufrir My nails peel back When the [bad word] Goose stepped the freckling impatience All the brittle tombs Five hundred little q's I'm splitting hairs to Match the faces All night long I'll hunt for you Let me show you what I mean Sangre Sonando De rabia nací Now this train don't lie An abortion that survived lineage of [bad word] mastacation All the severed proof Talons scratch my suite These are the feathers That replace them All night I'll hunt for you Let me show you what I mean Sangre Sonando De rabia nací Who do you [bad word] Will they feed us the womb Chrome the fetal mirage Will they feed us the womb I found the remnants Of a crescent fang It cleaned my wing Down to the bone Umbilical syllables Left to decode There was no cradle I can taste it [bad word] on now All night I'll hunt for you Let me show you what I mean Sangre Sonando De rabia nací Who do you [bad word] Will they feed us the womb Chrome the fetal mirage Will they feed us the womb Bring me this plague She took a drink Those nicotine stains On his every word My scavenger quilt Will only hide the [bad word] Bring me Bring me this plague I count the days to find What was left behind Only these names I clutch Will lead me to my home Somehow this river marks wrinkle hand in mine And everyday that parts The water into two Mothers and feathers start To drown the living proof I can't remember these lakes of blood Wrapped in a blanket There sweats a cut Who do you [bad word] Will they feed us the womb Chrome the fetal mirage Will they feed us the womb