Текст песни Александр Заславский - Метанойя

Methania

Before folding fragments in the palm
Everything turned out what was broken
And when I collected and did not feel pain
I guessed that I broke a cry.
In silence, fragments are gently entered
And remained waiting grain
Sleeps vibration, homeland fire
And emotion, his house.

No attention without need
Repentance without hostility
Understanding without soul
States without water.

So far, until the evening, sang about everything
Sewed row every step
Stopped the night, created a fire
Himself a good sign.
I grew up as writing - for centuries
Released roots land
Long peered in a person
And the man looked at me.

Winter hunger enjoyed a year
Chess naked and forward
Echo without end, shadow from the sun
Facial light - Color Icres Rings.
Tradition Violation - Main Tradition
Man without voice - goal
There is inside the path, but to grow up
And wake others in the bell.