Текст песни Роджер - В диких условиях

Into the wild

Sweat on lips
Like a sip of tequila
Vagrant sun
Illuminates the sand
Forces and nerves
Hard look
Shoulder backpack
And the rifle charge

Direction north
Cursing the sunrise
Party in the field
The wind carries again
Mountains, ravines
The rivers are seething
People are welcome here
The wolves say

Chorus
You are losing hope ray
And like a fog in my head
Your fatigue tortures your spirit
And like the whole world is a lie
You have caught gold more than once
But let it burn in hell
And based on a lot of trails
You found your star here

The road through the thorns
And stones as a reward
How do you read a book
Frozen mud
Curses you send
Drop heights
Only here you understand
Natural power

But the route was passed
And goals achieved
And instead of supplies
Kilograms of sand
Way home
Where in a warm bed
You dream again
Back to the fields

Chorus
You are losing hope ray
And like a fog in my head
Your fatigue tortures your spirit
And like the whole world is a lie
You have caught gold more than once
But let it burn in hell
And based on a lot of trails
You found your star here