Текст песни А Радченко и гр Авария - на волю

I want the will, away Winter and Summer,
Sooner or later, before and always.
Scattering different items
Away land and flame, wind and water.

I want to the sky, without iron wings,
Without land and sun, white clouds.
I drink how much you need, the rest is a catch
Without your guitar, songs and poems.

Bates in the drums, hide from chase,
Order the dead to get out of the graves.
Through these wounds and thousands of agony
In each drop of broken stone ink.

Selected goals - Rain of dotted lines.
Young forces - arrows to nowhere.
The fact that they survived - dark red frost,
Lounge lined dead years.

Raise your faces, stretch your hands
Bring the bowl, staff and sutu.
Goodbye birds, goodbye sounds
Long road to a clear mind.