Текст песни Александр Астартов - Мировая тоска

World longing is eroded by ego flames
Output signals for ever-cold dreams.
Who will understand that she is infinitely identical to running,
Wild joy of the wind and bright riches of spring?

It's simple, believe me: let a moment of despair come true
And do not cry about the past into the salt forgotten by the waters,
Not having time to laugh into immeasurably distant faces
Bittersweet fire or summer-cheerful thunderstorm.

We don't know who we are, but it's not so scary.
Before the face of aeons who have forgotten their turns.
We are the shards, the lights of a tower not destroyed by time,
Embryos of worms lost in the darkness of lies.

Everything is utterly in the strokes, finally left by the battle,
Who has turned into dust his rich age with madness ...
The light dims ... in silence, let the north lead us with you
The echo of an old dream and the moon colored snow.