Текст песни Александр Фролов - Метеорит

[Music and lyrics - Alexander Frolov ]

In the cold space flies
Wingless vulture - a meteorite .
Answer me at least someone :
Where , where he was on his way ?
Shard he no worlds?
Where is the house of his mother , and shelter ?

Perhaps he himself bears
One planet of death and hell,
And on the grass grows
From those seeds that Shooting Stars ,
Spillage them in a hurry ,
I sowed in its fields ...

Like a salmon on the coast ,
Tearing his side into the blood ,
Among the asteroids and moons
It carries as the mountain boulder.
Obstacles doors are off their hinges
He demolishes , it has a purpose ...