Текст песни Третий Рим - Поэты

They believed their way
And walked without return ,
At the edge of the alarm at
Forget the loss .

Whose sorrow for someone else today
And close tomorrow , sick yesterday?
Whose spirit in space requests ?
Trying to survive, grow words .

And unearthly thoughts
Casual hiding ,
At the edge of the alarm at
Buried luck .

Unrestrained , unrequited
Loneliness , gray eyes .
Forms distant , transcendent
Give ideas about which are silent .