Naruzko - Гости в Поле - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And again the same dream is dreaming. Field, night. The stars shine, completely illuminating my path. But there is a presence. The presence of something ... or someone else.

Who are you? Show yourself.

The wind walks along the thick grass in which I stand. In the distance I hear the crack of trees. The stars are holy brighter and brighter. And I see a mountain. Huge Black Mountain. Not even itself, but the silhouette on which the color of the stars is not visible.

Someone is behind me. Hit. I fall into the grass. I turn, but no one.

You still can’t stop me.

Another blow. Now from somewhere on the side and directly to the nose. Copper taste in the mouth. Pulsizing circles in the eyes. And one and the same thought is constant - it is just blows. They have nothing but blows.

Another blow.

I stand in the field, where I stood before. Someone's steps. I am bending, probably this is evil. Evil that does not allow me to be ... to be. I think. What does it mean to be. What is the goal?

Evil stands and looks at the starry sky. It is beautiful. And evil and heaven, they are incredibly beautiful together. It would be necessary to hide and wait for when the evil will leave. I'm trying to lie down to become even more invisible ...

Who are you? Show yourself.

The wind tugs at my hair. I have hair. This is a pleasant feeling. I want me to be pleased and do not want to hide anymore. Evil must be destroyed. I have to destroy it.

Evil is worth, it knows that I am here, but for some reason turned my back to me. The hand gropes the stone. I take him in my hand and with all my might I throw it exactly in the back of my head. Direct.

Evil falls. Now you will get in full. I grab the stone more and run to the fallen creature.

You still can’t stop me.

Not so confident he has a voice now. On the run, I beat his foot in the head, like a football ball. Direct. Direct, die. Some mucus begins to pour from the creature .. from evil. I raise a stone above my head and from all over the swing I lower the stone on his head. When the creature stops moving, I look at the stars.

Field, night.