Текст песни Крыница - Ветер распустит мне волосы

Wind dismiss my hair ,
The rain did not violate oblivion
The sun will burn my skin ,
And you razorvesh my soul in a moment .

In the best - the best pieces ,
Mud poured over her sleeping ,
You will not hear this and
Song of my leaving ,
leaving .

The wind caresses the grave grass ,
Rain blurs the ground.
The sun will burn to the ground mounds,
And the world's all the same oblivion .