Текст песни Пикник - Потерянный

LOST
Will-he from the house

On the eve of windy

All he was not at heart

And the rest is not him

He walks, he lost,

He walks unfound,

As if that is not ordered,

As if it is stolen

Through the dew shines light
As the fog will melt days
As if there was not a
No face, no name

He walks, he lost,
He walks unfound,
As if that is not ordered,
As if it is stolen

Only grass blue
Bent da rock,
As if everyone understands,
As if agree

You are my friends,
Clouds yes crows
Let go of me, you
On the four sides

He walks, he lost,
He walks unfound,
As if that is not ordered,
As if it is stolen