Немного Нервно - Власти твоей нет надо мной

On the very last day comes to drink
Careless woody spirit, the twigs of his horn,
Flowers grow in the shadow of his horns; and shots at random
They will not be able to catch up with him, they will not be able to find me.
Your power is not control me


There is no Hell beneath me.
The sky is coming in singing pipes.
In pure fire upside down,
If so must be,
Your power is not above me.