Текст песни Піккардійська Терція - Дороги

Trains from the train stations would cry,
The manuscript of heaven will break the seal.
As long as the wind chases the scarecrows,
Even since the silver ages, our cedars are silent.
And roads, roads are expensive,
There may be some somewhere, no separation, no separation.
Let the everlasting stroke of the glass freeze - until soon,
And the earth is thrown under the wheel knock.

And when the height is cranberry wedges,
For the first time it will slide down into the flying bushes.
You will quietly rain and smell the viburnum,
And you will go from there, as the rains go.
And roads, roads are expensive,
There may be some somewhere, no separation, no separation.
Let the everlasting stroke of the glass freeze - until soon,
And the earth is thrown under the wheel knock.

And roads, roads are expensive,
There may be some somewhere, no separation, no separation.
Let the everlasting stroke of the glass freeze - until soon,
And the earth is thrown under the wheel knock.