Текст песни Пикник - Бездонным ветрам

Poydsm with me, I'll tell you why
I would not want to go alone
There, where the thin branches to the skies get,
To where enthusiastically about something sing

Ocean herbs. Ocean herbs.
 Bottomless winds.
Behind the back left of the city of glass and stone,
Fantastic patterns of infinite lights.
And, perhaps, soon we will return back
Look at me eschs times
Look into my eyes ...
 
But again crouched at his feet
Crossroads, if dusty flower.
He remembered all our steps
He let me go, we're not enemies with him.
In the ocean of grass. Ocean herbs.
Bottomless winds.
 
Come on, do not be afraid to lose something.
So I want to believe that it was not in vain.
In spite of the cold and rain
We call for a picnic, where long been waiting for
Ocean herbs. Ocean herbs.
Bottomless winds.