Текст песни Олег Медведев - Ирокез

What are your edges crossroads stretched
 Wrinkled earthly god vagrants.
 It turned out that you are the last of its volunteer
 And the stars have ascended, and they look
 At you.

 And as long as your voice can not be heard,
 You - Fairy granite arch.
 And you - a mohawk on the warpath -
 The son of an extinct people.

 And your protector changes rains on Dry again -
 The usual range of traffic hassle.
 Night outside, and purple flame punch.
 The line in the motor, the scalp on the hood,
 And forward.

 And it was swept up in the corridor of call -
 Like his brash tone.
 The night like a dog at his feet
 Again, white grins.

 Where there moving your number board -
 Heading east or west course?
 What's sway over your head -
 North Bridge or the Southern Cross -
 What?

 After all, you're driving to different places,
 But I never met a place
 Where Used Diesel Your Mustang
 I got up at her door.

 You Throw it to him there too, I want to distance -
 What accounts for Intermedia friends?
 But you think by, you quietly harvest the pedal -
 In a move to it in the pursuit of it -

There,
 Where is her castle overgrown with ivy,
 A look clear and bright.
 And you - a mohawk on the path of love -
 You are responsible for it.