Текст песни - Высокая грусть

I'll ask the wise nature of the mist blue crucible
Asked about the space outside the land and sea
About negligible despair and great reliability dope
The fate of three generations, and the culmination of endless grief.

I'll ask her, really deprived me of the road?
And all paths lead from the great purpose?
How is that fate is not spared
Looming my life faceless?

As if I was locked in a cage of despair
Locked in their own minds
Locked in a cell-free dreams
And the powerless, the numbers of unsolved

In the days of carotid Universe
The stars of the ocean threatening storm
The number of planets sun scorched
And the number of satellites in silver

These moons silver shelter me disinterestedly
And give me grief high branch
Bluish sadness that is the story of his silence and spoken
This sad-brutal mercy.

Mercifully, as a cruel God who made our worlds
How the devil is watching the splendor of death
Like life, which included us and unprecedented light of dawn
Dawn and dusk plexus in their whirlwind affair

I accept you, you alone, and a great
I accept your loneliness special
I accept your features raznolikogo
And your mission high