Текст песни Пикник - Побежать бы за леса-горы

( E.Shklyarsky )

Lost in a strange city ,
And the soul shivers in the cold,
Where steps stabbed ,
Breathing earth .

Pretend passers-by,
Resemble each other .
All the way so I presume ,
A covenant not.

To fly over forests , mountains,
To fly over the mountains , forests,
Where crystal chimes Celebrate the dawn sky .

Tearing apart the road ,
It can be seen netuti happiness ...
It can be seen , with the wind swinging -
That's what I fell .

To fly over forests , mountains,
To fly over the mountains , forests,
Where crystal chimes Celebrate the dawn sky .

Fly to ...
Fly to ...