Текст песни Николай Стерх - Хрупкие миры

Copper string cast times -
The thing of the past.
Light at the edge of the white winter blizzard
Zaporoshila.
Sticky snow in hand, songs in the spring,
The days fly faster.
Burn the fire in the furnace. There will be time to live,
It will be fun.

Torn soul shadows in road dust
Thrown.
In the ripples of rain, everything under root
Scotia.
Abyss dusty days in the autumn blaze
Raznotsvete herbs.
For oblique winter rain will wait
Silence oak.

Somewhere far from home amid the cold
Sinks in blue.
River under the ice, morning frost dreams
Covered with frost.
Somewhere high in the light of a dull night
Crescent Society.
All doubts away - the heart of the palm
It fits.

Fragile worlds, subtle words,
Kilometers of dreams.
Homeland in the silence, in dreams Homeland
And in birch pollen.
But while I zes, in light of eternity
That dashing star
What light the way that warm flesh
And scatter death.