Текст песни Алексей Бакуменко - Вольный ветер

Smelling at the air, smelled kerosene,
You burn bridges, and collapse all of your back.
You have learned from your early years that the wedge is embroodble with the Wedge,
What can argue with anything, especially - with fate.

And for you - the law one - there is no laws at all,
You called your mother's mysterious night.
Good luck famously senedlaw, you are winding in the light,
His restless spirit is unable to overcome.
And only dust night roads,
Bright star lights
Kilometers behind ...
Somewhere there native threshold
Lightly lighthouse
Waiting for you at the end of the way.
Your soul is like a free wind,
It flies somewhere in the clouds.
Waking up in the morning at dawn,
You will understand that everything is in your hands!
Wearing your roads filled with dumb
Sad vagrants, faceless, like death.
They don't care, and their eyes will remain empty,
When your life is driving through them.

Dull this emptiness is mortally fore.
She will kill you in an hour, and pay off the corpse.
So, moving forward, the delay is dangerous here!
The motor is taught in the beat like a horsepior croup.