Пикник - Мать Земля - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The strings are torn in a burn, I burn like a candle. My pain is not satisfied, my heart knocks frantically. Under her feet, Mother Earth leads me by the hand. I am not baptized by me, I go, the head of the tendency. The day will pass, after it is another - shabby century, gold. Without embarrassment of nakedness, they beat fountains from the water. Under her feet, Mother Earth leads me by the hand. I am not baptized by me, I go, the head of the tendency. A flock of birds above the dead is circles with a loop, a spoon of tar at a feast is fed to me to the table. Link a lie in black soot. Would not sell for a penny. My jug has dried up for a long time, my throat is drying my darkness. Under her feet, Mother Earth leads me by the hand. I am not baptized by me, I go, the head of the tendency.