Текст песни Илья - Пророк

Behind my back
Thousands of roads
I go loke
Through the mountains east
Through cities
And night dreams
I'm going there
Where lights burn

Underground long ago
Someone's laughter is heard
Everyone wants everything
Having sin sin
Separate worlds
Along and across
Across dreams
Press the Coupe

On my mouth
Only some words
What born fear
In your voices
I blame the mixture
Fingering people
The day goes out here
And the shadow will come

Behind my back
Thousands of roads
I go loke
Through the mountains east
Through cities
And night dreams
I'm going there
Where lights burn
Tell about
That the world was always waiting
Collapse the sky
And zadrocking land
I blame the mixture
Fingering people
The day goes out here
And the shadow will come