Текст песни Александр Заславский - Эхо

With an unusual sound, scattering ash
Dancing in a circle unusual wind
Worshiping the sun, dependent
As if the stranger lacks letters.

We are echo today, multiplying speed
Echo man is his voice
Running thoughts by driving dreams
Echo man balloons flames.

Knee-deep in the past, but still burning
Having understood in the vulgar, we rush to the present
Forgetting memory starting again
Echo man is his word.

Let the eyes are broken, we look at the sea
Reflecting views from the sky with a ricochet
Visual feeling, sound road
Life or art will reflect a little.