Текст песни Артём Стрельцов и гр.С4астье - Сеятель

Music - Vlad Konovalov

Here came the sower sow
Burning ravens
My grain on the road
From here to make legs, how?

CHORUS:
Melody dreams I remember hardly
Come and burn this abyss of Dotla.
fire fruit and become different -
Look, what a buzz to die young.

I see the melody barely
Come and slept this darkness.
the dawn will turn out to be smoke -
Look, what a kayf to die young.

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in the dark
not visible to the broth
Swim blindly.

my house
Long captured
And in it all songs
Wasted invested.

on snowstorms and sublobes, leaving traces
marking the distance to gray emptiness
Rats escaped from the ship - even the nemens
I'm tired, but I continue to the crowd of the water.

Forces not a lot, not enough days - the door does not go off the loops,
And no one will calm the return on the head,
Popped the world and threw - only ashes and smoke,
I would like to be born again and leave the young.

here came the sower sow
Burning ravens
My grain on the road
From here to make legs, how?

CHORUS.