Текст песни Пикник - Иероглиф мой

My name is a worn out Hieroglyph
My clothes are patched with the wind
What I carry in my clenched hands
I will not be asked and I will not answer.

And as before the battle,
A decisive battle
I stand at every intersection
On the sea of asphalt I see my shore
Your blue scattering.

I will laugh quietly for all questions
All questions will not be answered,
After all, my name is Hieroglyph
My clothes are patched with the wind