Текст песни Мир Огня - На каком-то витке

On the trail of silica, on another pass,
At one turn of the endless spiral
For a moment, paused and wiped the sweat,
The world surrounding Okino from edge to edge.
Incorruptible hover in the fog top,
Inferior ledges, ran down into the valleys,
Where is the miracle of the structures sprawled scarlet,
Run sunset golden mouth.
No stranger I'm here Bezyazykov and powerless!
Tamed space, to you I was involved,
And amid the wet sheaves, exposing the face,
Is my ear of wheat chistoprobnoy.
And I will leave in the fog, without fear, do not be sad,
Wiping his forehead with a century of fatigue,
To come up again, given the cuts through,
At one turn of the endless spiral.