Текст песни М.Ефимов - Остатки иероглифа люблю

January - it's time to land copulation
and because of the color of the sky;
and a traveler who has lost the horizon,
inevitably lost in space,
because the goal of the movement is not clear,
When they merged into one orientation.
Toward the One whole myriad of things
mixed by winter; Say then, what
One reducible? - it's a secret,
which lies behind the dissolved -
il tear wind - bound of two elements
and became lost purpose.
But if you want to still learn,
cling look for dry stalks -
shattered the Chinese alphabet,
dug into the frozen plains of silk,
and maybe the luck, will find
the crossed in the snow sedge sheets -

remnants of character "love".