Текст песни Андрей Bond продакшн - язычник

Tomorrow morning at dawn to get up early
Wherever you look - a circle of sky high grass
Wash a handful of water from the spring
Yes forget, as he was called yesterday

Lick with soft stems scented dew,
Listen how quiet ringing tired tresses ...
Prayer of the ancient gods beg rain,
Wash off yesterday's lie.

Talking to the forest, to argue with the fire of aging if the flame
Dancing with birch trees, drinking mead with gray stones
Farewell to the sun - a nod to the ground,
Welcome waved month ...

To go down to the river, walk barefoot on the water,
Fall in the sand, face wipe sleeve
Climbing the hill - see the storm in the distance ...
About tomorrow speculate on the arm ...

Only a pity that the summer will end soon,
To dream of like breathing rhythmically lights of the city,
Back home, kissing concrete threshold ...
Tomorrow - again, select one of the roads