Текст песни Правъ - Круговорот

Crooked
Quietly carry into the distance of cross hiking
And I believe senseless conversations.
In the circle of the fate of endless rebirths
Water dance in doubts from reasoning.

The field is mourned by fallen in heaven from boredom,
The wind flies to the rescue from the treasure flour.
Voice in fire to us whispering renewal pending,
But in silence there are beautiful eyes.

And on the edge, when there are no more germs,
I will spil and remember about the past campaigns.
I will become grain of meaningless rebirth
And they will bloom in doubts from reasoning.