Текст песни Алексей Матов - Полоса

My stripe has turned black
It was as if a scythe became even
A clear ridge measured out my share
Right to left dry grass
From left to right off the head
Yes, the wild wind whistles - will

The sun died on my side
Birds broke from their homes
Among the glaciers of frozen wells
The cross warms my soul with hot fire

Road dust turned white
The smell of sweet wormwood and feather grass
An uninvited thief climbs into the head
Bonfires blaze from right to left
Sorcerers look from left to right
There the path lies in a dense untouched forest

The sun died on my side
Birds broke from their homes
Among the glaciers of frozen wells
The cross warms my soul with hot fire

The sun died on my side
Birds broke from their homes
Among the glaciers of frozen wells
The cross warms my soul with hot fire