Текст песни Баррикады Строк - Площадь

I would like to go back there,
Where thoughts are holy,
Where you do not know the word "retribution"
Where it is easier to be easier and blue skies.

I'm standing in the middle of the square,
Where the wind kisses,
Where there is no private room.

I would like to ask yourself,
Why pull the legs to the threshold,
Why is the mountain of grief - roads,
And my life magnet - Station.

I tan my voice sleep.
The head is not friends with the body.
I guttering mirrors in white chalk.

I was paying for bread and circuses
His faith.

soaring recklessly
The abyss would not get there.
Grabbing the tail of the Firebird -
Hands burn - do not break.

One moment.
One World.
And a moment before realizing,
With everything you know in advance.

Do not forgive me -
Let go.

I want to go back there,
Where roads are simple,
Where my dreams are clean.
Do not touch the ear dirty words.
Angels at work - tired knit.
I'm standing in the middle of the square.

From spring to war one breath.
Wind splashes different flags.

Who was I?
What I could?