Текст песни М8 - 6.Дорога в гору

Spreads into the distance my road east
from granite paths to lemon delight
from lemon deserts to orange paradise
here every tree is from an evil power screen
a short dream among orange shadows
I run to the plains where there were no people
I jump from the mountain to burn with herbs
East-me as a memory, return for the truth
shed light on the mystery why we are
and here and always, that there is our cross through the years
what is the wisdom and desire for freedom is equal
rejection of it, if you can, it’s my right
horses run through burning fields
the sun is falling, to catch, not to understand
understand and lose the path to orange paradise

Only the calm of the sky
this is the depth in which time lives

Every step through the greenery all the blue mountains
I'm stronger, clouds fly like years
more and more painful to hear the heavenly horns
it's not scary to stay naked here
hopelessness-eternal touch is not good
so why be proud?
eyelids with swords, fragile hands with a candle press
but burn empty speech
down with the load off your shoulders, we have nothing to do with it
to the sky a stream is needed from nickel mountains
away from speeches in which there is no power
the world is one city of the earth, it's a bloody area
and spilled the distance of the spurs of blue mountains
below the sunset faded, thunder behind the clouds
and evening poured red over blue
the wind suggested that the main thing is strength

On the threshold of the mountains, where the secrets of the peaks are hidden
on the peaks where our fortunes have made
I'm almost home and a step ahead
everything above is the depth from where I came to the world
then there is only warm time
and only the depth of the sky
and only the calm of the sky
and only the silence of heaven
and the depth of the sky ...
in which time lives!