Текст песни Пикник - Из чужого хоровода Он не узнанный никем

So without a tribe and clan
No marks on her arm
From someone else's roundelay
He did not recognize anyone

Only for a moment you lose your senses
Only for a moment you lose your senses
After singing in his hand tight thong
Not so is he Zarathustra
Not so is he Zarathustra
Not so because Zarathustra
To each regret

All the more insistent and more beautiful
Raining song that is forces
From straitjacket
Flags himself tailored

Only for a moment you lose your senses
Only for a moment you lose your senses
After singing in his hand tight thong
Not so is he Zarathustra
Not so is he Zarathustra
Not so because Zarathustra
To each to each ...

And words like boomerangs
Beat them wrinkled foreheads
To the cracks and wounds
Forgetting could not

Though at one moment to wake up
To touch the mysteries of the wild
To let the wild mysteries of touch, let ...
Oh, what wonders
Only the lips themselves, themselves
Only the lips themselves whisper - jawohl - jawohl

Only for a moment you lose your senses
Only for a moment you lose your senses
After singing in his hand tight thong
Not so is he Zarathustra
Not so is he Zarathustra
Not so because Zarathustra
To each to each ...