Текст песни Сойка - Король всех дорог

King of all roads

The King of All Roads wakes up in the morning
Krol is surprised by glitches and the Sun
The king puts on the mantle of ripped jeans
And as always, his face is in the dust
Forgotten about the razor
His hands are empty and his pockets
Butterflies of summer fell asleep on his wrists
The colors of pure water with a touch of happiness

And the King braids the Gold of the Morning in his hair
The King puts on magic - the Thunder of the Chariots
Clouds fly with his breath
Children leave the house
Women under his gaze
Turn into birds

He leaves behind
Those who are too busy with business
Similar to the gray glitches of yesterday's dream
They see him as a jester
Shrug their shoulders
But the King of All Roads
Passes through the city tonight
And Spring passes