Gromm - Без Стаи, Без Своры - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I suffocate in the whisper of herbs in the tart of the madness of the abyss of poison with a slippery plexus of dreams and without words I myself have been in the midst of the dance of the winds of ideas and thoughts pushed, crawled black in white, the coals were sought -made, they sought through the time crashed into corners of a buffet, thunder and groaned into eternity They woven and burned ... So in the river the water is so in silence, the snow goes off the crosses from the ground. So the gardens swollen in the endless death of death, so the sunset is stumbled into the swamp so, swords rust without war so in the fog of black dreams and so roots and roots and roots and roots and roots and roots and roots and roots and soles and so The crowns are scattered to dust so the memory of the past burns on the bonfires so in the forest the beast dies into the wall so the door turns so the banner from the cooled hands, so the straight road turns into a circle ... The new banners were drunk as the mash called a new herd - only It is not necessary to lag behind the crowd of black, white weak, boldly waits for the back of the back of the herd il pack, support-it is difficult to run to one wolf to be more difficult to be among the sheep in a pack, but even the lone wolf does not howl in the run through the haze of the fields, if there is enough strength To be alone to choose the road to go itself in the rain itself, among the lights, among the ideas not in the pack not in the pack, but the stronger.