Пикник - Ироглиф - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My name is the shared hieroglyph, my clothes are flooded by the wind, that I am carrying in the clamped palms they will not ask me, and I will not answer. And as before the battle, a decisive battle, I stand at every intersection, and the sea of asphalt I see my shore, my blue scattering. But all the questions I am laughing, I quietly, but all the questions will not be an answer, because my name is hieroglyph, my clothes are flooded by the wind