Текст песни ДекаЛог - Воздушный храм

Blind Sun calling for life
They fly past my head with thoughts
They fled through the fields of green grass
Flew to the clouds thinning plans

A prairie river sometimes centuries
The monotonous landscape of waves crashing
You build a first air his temple
The very understanding that there is no me, there
      
     Then I will search
     Will Heaven and Earth
     Will happiness will grief
     Only to be close to you

I breathe air, drink water from the river
I sing you songs and read poems
I take off into the sky and tear down
For you this song for me is life

Scratching letters on a white sheet
I shall reveal to you my secret
If the air to finish his temple
I am your heart you will give it