Текст песни Сурганова и Оркестр - Стрела Хосе Абеляра

There is an arrow in a tree, like a string on frets,
And the river is quiet. There is a boat on the river.
Wild beast sleeps, goes hunting,
and you will find traces of it
and you will find traces of it -
Ask in a whisper:
"Where the soul is white, where the soul is black,
What to count as one, how to divide into two? "
Entrusted to him to search where gold lies.

He will die of longing, and you will lose your mind.

Collect pebbles on a hillside
Do not wait for the yacht from them - ask for crystal!
Only he will say aloud where to find the raven,
in whose eye
who has a yellow star in his eye.
You say him words, that shore for the winter,
And then be silent for three days and four in the night ..
What he will give you
hide and don’t show.