Текст песни ОТДЫХ. - на распутье дорог

At the crossroads of roads
The choice was not for me
At the crossroads of roads
heard was a dying howl
At the crossroads of roads
I left constantly in drink

Stove shouted the sage
On blood flow his knife glass jazz
Young boy on my road awaits you the end
Remembered that their three more
But from those three shouted die
Went back did not give pain
They were so deep inside

Voices in the head spoke
Screaming in the circle look
We are not alone not alone
Fuck me alone
Only horizon ahead
Farewell lights already tanned in the sky

At the crossroads of roads
The choice was not for me
At the crossroads of roads
heard was a dying howl
At the crossroads of roads
I left constantly in drink

Talk about nothing
I'm still in my mind
Or he spilled
On the way to
Tired of chief legs about the thresholds
Saliva instead of tears flows down
How I want to feel light ocean breeze
Who won the prize in his life
And I stay at the crossroads
And with proudly raised head down
Further down

At the crossroads of roads
The choice was not for me
At the crossroads of roads
heard was a dying howl
At the crossroads of roads
I left constantly in drink