Текст песни МК60 - Раны

Everything decided, threw away the worries
No offense, no enemies, only regret
Sprouts grain through someone's doubt
Maybe we took a wrong turn from the road

It's too late, it's too early
Wounds overgrow with grass

The night is replaced by the violin of the dawn
The song will be carried by golden leaves
It will spin over us for a long time
And leave with water and flashes of light

It's too late, it's too early
The rain will wash my wounds

I'll put a white shirt on my body
The strings are stretched, the wings are stretched
I will dilute a little with the free wind
And I will step into the clear sky

It's too late, it's too early
My wounds are growing