Текст песни Пикник - Колдыри да колдобины

Seen the edge of my special -
I do not believe it yourself:
Wildlings yes Cold,
And around - miracles.
How under the root brought
And do not fall, no,
As if they are ruined,
And on the faces they are light.
Wanderers are stronged
In half a day
Wildlings yes Cold,
What flowers on earth.
Here from the screams are not frozen,
So instituted -
If that step rose upwards
Then the other will fall to the bottom.

Among the streets fragmented
So what is just not,
Wildlings yes Cold,
As a vision in a dream.
And we look so much,
So instituted -
If that
Then another ...

Seen the edge of my special ...

Treery yes Cold ...