КЕДР - Наш Затерянный Город - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Rain falls down, somewhere in distant forests right in the crowns, thunder got confused

Gray Voronov echoes the elements, we fall, for we glide, but we get up and stubbornly wandering,

We make a fairy tale, from the threads given to us by the Norns, weave the network on the beaters,

We put stretch marks- to kill their gurt, we rumble with forests and poison the wells and making the water acidic like a jacket,

Remember how they gathered, and loved ones got up in the doorway, fertilized, only made their muddy eyes round, they say, you, Brut?

After all, there they die, all the arguments in them were caused only

But to hell, the contrast of smelly entrances, not reference to anyone and in life, be a frisky, mentally cut, sober and remember that the pastors lie

that the waves and our drawings will erase, all ashes and perpetuity, aspirations, even to make aspirations, limp weak, movement of labor.

After all, it makes no sense for purposes, not for means here, but it is only in years, so let water oozes from the sky, washing the sweat from the tops, penetrating under the gate,

You need to watch only forward, because the people are behind us, and somewhere behind these gray branches we are pulled by a lost city.