Текст песни Сергей ХостЪ - Роса

The place where we gain freedom
Without stone walls and iron fences,
Thwarted thread and bent the barrel,
There tend to think, and cloth silent.

I was sick from the smell of smoke,
But I would not dare to lose it,
And who knows where my grave,
And where is now destined to spend the night.

Fire that no counting in the dark,
Please, enlighten me this way,
Back home - I'll tell you a story
About how did the journey of life.

About how the trees were whispering, "Home"
About that, whose cabin I was home,
Those who entered into a terrible battle with the darkness,
Of those, whose name is given to the mountain.

The curse of seven walls, having run into oblivion,
Lived on his gray face,
But those who have gone far Path
They remember the tears on the face

Morning dew drop out of steel,
Which drink some delusions believes
But let each one chooses his own path
And each will go his path.