Текст песни Арон Крупп - Десять звезд

There are dozens of stars on her head
And an ax to chop firewood,
So take a backpack, it's not the first time,
Hear us reasonable words
The fact that in the stuffy room warm,
The fact that the forest is not near the blue,
But we have more mercury lamps
Here are the ten stars on her head.

These ten stars as beacons,
At the edge of an unknown land.
We can not live like this, that our backpacks
Somewhere hidden in the house dust.
After all, we can not grow into a habit
And half-truths to amuse themselves.
Manage to leave without regret
Everything that keeps you door.

Licking red tongue bonfire
The black night sky,
And sailing over the lakes mirror
White sails fog.
And listen to the songs of the forest
The thicket hidden trouble.
They come to us from the wonders of fairy tales
The canvas of our city.