a quest for correlation - гусь II - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

That sad goose did not reach - he drowned in impotence, and his paws in the blood and viscous -beautiful his path. He walked to the bottom, but remembered the light that he cuts the darkness of the beating of hearts and on the bridges of cold hands, bypassing the stones on the sidelines, without stumbling, walked behind the dog - through the foliage

And the cigarettes corner then smoldered peacefully, then called to the rescue. In the confusion of the worlds, one will always be a goose, the other is only the past that came true in the blue of heaven and in the rattles of the strings ...

Counted! Come on, comrade-day!

Counted! And there is no need to run more, he wants to relax - his path is finished.

Let's go home, on the broken glass.