Текст песни Андрей Дельфин - Убежало детство в поле в золотую рожь

Runaway childhood in a field of golden rye
Get lost in the blue distance
I now have a knife in my pocket
I'm dancing in the blood now
I'm from those sick longing dogs
What bite a pack in the yards
For me, any life is a trifle
You can take mine - I'll give it back

Heart hardened into stone I can not love
I'm engaged to ice trouble
I have to die, my friends
They will bring alive water in handfuls
For me freedom joy bird above
Do not catch, do not put in a crate
The world will still cry for me
Give only time to be in time

I will not regret anything
I am as I am
I do not apologize I do not pray
I am my boyish honor
I’ll pin the black ribbon to the flags

Raising steel sails
Ships go to heaven
Cold dew trembles
On clods of dug up earth