Текст песни Пикник - Иероглиф

My name is a worn out hieroglyph
My clothes are patched with the wind
What drawing in clenched palms
They won't ask me, and I won't answer.
And, as before a battle, a decisive battle
I stand at every intersection.
Fences, asphalt
I can see my shore
Your blue scattering
I will laugh quietly to all questions,
All questions will not be answered
After all, my name is Hieroglyph,
My clothes are patched with the wind
I will laugh quietly to all questions,
All questions will not be answered
After all, my name is Hieroglyph,
My clothes are patched with the wind.