Текст песни Константин Вихляев - Старатель

In the rarefied space of earth handshake,
In a measured movement to the top of all vertices
Already uninteresting the feast of the chassis-brotherhood,
No longer distinguish between women nor men.

As far from there toy people,
In stolen happiness believed.
Peoples are stuffed, but they do not judge them,
They all forgives the sky, forgives and calling.

Then the sky, like a prospector, does not sleep, does not rest,
Grieving that ants were tired of each other,
Sand of random views, the prosperity is latching:
And suddenly you will get a grain of love.

And you go to the top, you do not care about my brother,
Whoever humiliated who was there and who kills whom? ..
Mute indisciencement and blindness of the fan
You forget the sky, forgives and calling.