Текст песни афр - Без смысла

broken roads passed
homeland is sleeping
leaves prick up blood
wild currant

eyes closed
the world is a parody
juicy colors
drugs were planted on him

woe from wit, winter got it
thaw coming soon
meet her with me
we will be in happiness and sorrow

the years are ticking
quietly someone groans
cloud in the sky
in the field breathes in the open

new motives
but the soul is the same
there is a fork in front
pointer won't help

behind the cliff ended
all that is left in the past
the world is out of the way
the heel has rubbed off from the sole

they ate until they were full, from the excess it became sick,
so many ways to fall are impossible to think of
and here the grass turns green on the trodden path
and a hare jumped after her, and a kite darted after him