Текст песни Максим Аншуков - Ягода

Berry spirit indeed is maturing all the red
 I like a river, and my sleeves
 Violently rebel sun all dangerous
 No reflection in tears without fire

 Step without a clue, right in the heart of Africa
 Way plantain my yoke line
 If tomorrow everything fell into place
 All have left, no one will go

 Stars in their pockets, the cooled sky
 How much more fire on the palms
 Wind noises, which I was not
 And how many wings caressed her shoulder

 Here we sit, we're out of the sea
 Here we fly, we have the ocean
 Best songs were born in captivity
 Everything else is a drop from the wounds

 The path will be free, and free voice
 Network horizons eyes not embrace
 If you knew how to hurt me now
 But this pain allows you to take off

 Stars in their pockets, the cooled sky
 How much more fire on the palms
 Wind noises, which I was not
 And how many wings caressed her shoulder