Текст песни Лабиринт Атлантов - Круговорот

The swamp is enclosed in the sphere
Eternal aging of the lonely aging
Two sat behind the fog
Their sky was covered with branches
And they didn’t care about gardens, cherries
They believed in tomorrow, and the wind covered their tracks
Mongrels, barking playfully, buried bones in the garden
Words were superfluous
Two looked at the branches, taking off the foliage with their eyes
And it seemed
Their whole life is ahead of them
And somewhere, in the field, mother earth embraces a vagabond
He feels hungry
He feels bitterness
He feels
He feels
It would seem that his movements do not solve anything
The actions of people do not depend on him
With a lump in his throat, the tramp runs from the truth
With all the cleanliness of meter steps and straight into the swamp
Mired in a quagmire
Goes to the bottom
For every moment
For every breath
Clings with little hands
And on the palms there are only sticky pitfalls
His destiny to turn into remains of bones

Spinning sphere
The wind carries gifts to the shore for mongrels
They are joyful, gritting their teeth, run to their native gardens
Putting endings of people and cherries in a pit

The fog dissipates
Leaf fall gaining momentum
Knocks the feelings out of the wounded.
And seems to bring balance
Only the wounds crave more and more salt.
Trees of pride open up the sky.
thousands of drops carry away the happy ones,
Erasing granite, erasing epitaphs
Build a citadel by shooting down cherubim
On the other side of the wall
There are traces of your tears in my palm
I swallow them greedily
And I tell you:

Not everyone knows that the truth is in the swamp
Not everyone knows that bones are tastier than cherries.
Not everyone knows that mongrels are buried in holes.
Not every
Knows ...