Текст песни Ольга Макеева - Ушедшие ловить ветер

Spring and rotting from the ground
Carried to the sun vernal Gry,
And the sun Golden Arrow,
And aiming casually ...
Divine spring Scherzo
Pick-up, it will suffer evening
But the fall in the heart of the boom -
And we go to catch the wind.

We will holler in unison,
We will be called differently,
And something to reproach boring
And in something passionately assert.
Spring spill in the summer,
Favorite spletut network
Phone crying somewhere -
But we went to catch the wind.

In meditation there in a daze eh mash,
Serene afternoon, the dead of night,
Hear someone, does not matter,
How to somewhere very far away,
For making out fiction come true,
On this see, in that light,
Echoes in the sky
Gone to catch the wind.