Текст песни Александр О'Шеннон - Окружение

In the maximum narrow circle of their classes,
In the extremely compressed circle of their roads,
I wanted so much and could not
Slit a virgin in a snow-white dress
And score a cozy corner.

I like a pilgrim with a blank kitom
I am soluble in holy places,
Silk shifts forests
Everything is stronger in my neck thin,
In the eyes of the circles, I'm tired so tired.

I chose the road to the horizon,
To switch the screw limit,
I was surpassed to the edge and noble,
Bowing his forehead in the horseshoe turn
Where did you want to leave yesterday.

I'm waiting for myself, running in a circle,
And after whispering: "My wines ..."
And in the soft sky full moon,
And from the tower looks sad girlfriend,
And the forest around like a black wall.