Текст песни Июльские Дни - Китеж

Crowd of whims moves to the center
In the queue for happiness go to Moscow.
We are inherited with you.
It is here that to tremble in the wind.
Doors will open, suddenly awakens
Sun blind and illuminates
The fact that I have already dreamed of a thousand years -
The kite in the fog fires burns.

Do not catch up, you can't catch
Do not catch up, you can't catch
Do not catch up, you can't catch
Do not catch up, you will not kill!

The kite in the fog of the lights burns!