Текст песни ПЗ - Туманная даль

A grain of sand, a grain of unnecessary earth,
Dead grasses by dusty roads
And the shadow of the fire that flickers in the distance
And a cozy cold threshold at home -

Then I: half, neither here nor here,
The grass that huddles in someone's path
The threshold through which all legs go
And then they do not want to enter that house.

dashing, empty years pass
sadness is poured into my heart
my cry will go nowhere
I am left with a hazy distance

And you can't find your place anywhere.
Wherever I go, everywhere - the same.
And I want to break free, but - from what?
Probably from my own skin.

dashing, empty years pass
sadness is poured into my heart
my cry will go nowhere
I am left with a hazy distance