Текст песни АКСОЛОТЛЬ - Сказка

To the edges field in rye
Under the pellen clouds of thunderstorms
For the arrow rider in a hurry - he will find me
Yes, it was enough of the mind and heart to understand

I am standing in the wind, the midst of the killes of the devoted,
Sun blind eyes - Beauty
Yes what of the two lyrine show

Beauty love will not be labor
But I am deeper than all the beauty
The forces of the wild soul are not scared, breathe -
It's me

Try to look in my eyes

And give me a little freedom to the tip of the knife

The beast will not put at the table, do not show your relatives -
You are preparing a chain at dawn
Know the fool
I forgive you your fear