Текст песни Алиса - Смерть

Who in seven pines mixed thresholds,
Who caught the rays in streams of muddy water ,
Who was looking for traces of the wind in the open field ,
And who dragged themselves to the star attraction.

For centuries, the land
To pacify the moment
harboring silence
Creek .

Everyone has their own way ,
To each his hour.
Death alone was equal
Us.

Other steps , choice of location is not important,
Cross does not on its own, without a bridle bit,
Bodies without souls , or soul , without towers ,
That such a disposition , such cases .

Moscow. Pokrovka . 12.05.1998