Текст песни Максим Верчевьев - На семи ветрах

Raw, cold wind October
In my bezpamyatstve
Lyutuet as boundless freedom .
And to me today - sad day by day,
And yaryat restlessness
All those years and tribulations .

My past - on seven winds ,
In my future - only dust.

My heart beats for parts
Sonorous strings of silver.
Sun lead nights
On potholes dungeons until morning
In shackles , but the yoke .

Night suicidal pacifism,
Libels destined woes
And my sadness , but in the darkness mёm window
Increasingly lie soul
Entrusting me wrong subjects.

Chorus .