Текст песни Дмитрий Авилов - Крадется тихо...

Stolen quiet side of the taiga
 Skittish animal treading carefully
 In the cool streams breaking trail.
 Sneak Belobrova mists,
 Sweeping the coast of pockets
 Rosa sedge showering plaid.

 Stolen night, stuck under a rock,
 Stolen, melting in the day, the moon blind.
 Go for it, in a half-step, slowly.
 In the silence is not heard in the shade is not visible
 And even quieter than the dawn wind,
 Even poldyhanya not breathing.

 There shore lips frozen into the sky,
 There stones stale loaves of bread crunch,
 A blizzard wail like harp.
 There's lonely, wild and inactivated
 And do not submit no voice, no sign
 The edge of the land abandoned gods.

 Whisper wave rubbing pebble,
 On the banks of shafts fingering.
 Live as you can, repent and sin.
 Can it really is never too late
 See the world through the thickness of the stars
 And goodbye to throw pennies into the night.