Текст песни Заповедник - Зелёная Борода

Approaching the century said : " It's time "
showing himself at the mercy :
through his beard grow flowers and grass,
skin was bark and leaves - fingers .
The old roots are crushed
between the heavy concrete blocks ,
trampled travel
from the bedroom to the bathroom .
Or by spitting on staircases ,
holding your breath through the dust and soot ,
by advertisements , storefronts and labels ,
lanterns from outside the city .
Now let each step heavier and shorter ,
means have nearby house .
Under the friendly smile of the constellations
the whole forest turned to face him .