Текст песни Александр Заславский - Без головы

The territory of the difficult cases
simplicity Territory
The water area of ​​clean bodies
And the height of the water area
Ocean heavenly dew
The sea at the bottom of the ocean
The territory of silence
Stars behind him going.

What kind of tenderness without loss
What kind of righteousness without rumors
What sincerity scrip
What kind of faith is without a head.

Starokamenny trail fate
Chistovymyty trace water
Only there is a daily Shooting Stars
Discreet fire hits
uncovered muteness
Graduate from the words of simplicity
Lean to the thoughts of friends
And attention to the ideas of people.

What kind of tenderness without loss
What kind of righteousness without rumors
What sincerity scrip
What is true without a head.

Phrases without which easily
Nights without which light
Evening without which day
Morning without which zero.
Parallelism is only a dream
The debate is only about the depth
On the road in the land of song
And talk about silence.

What kind of tenderness without loss
What kind of righteousness without rumors
What sincerity scrip
What kind of faith is without a head.