Текст песни Пепел и Снег - Завершение

In a quiet dance of lifeless birds
On thick and high grass
On the graves of funny sinicles
In that insane native blue

Thin gesture meaning essence
White anchor on that shore
And sailor final path
Remembers the sky that blue

And his hand harder cliffs
And the mind is heavier lead
He did not see the segment dreams
About the forgotten son of the father

And his eyes his color waves
Flying to those shores
He did not taste spring
Bunning light in boots

And he was not too alive
But I believed that he was breathing
After all, then was completely different
And always forbid himself something

And we walked on high grass
On the graves of funny sinicles
In that insane, native blue
In a quiet dance of lifeless birds