Текст песни Пикник - Последний из Могикан

To those who decided
In life to taste everything
The door is open there
Where are the sparks and cancan.
He is not in a hurry
'Cause he's the last
The last of the Mohicans.

Here everything is as before -
The dark world and the light.
Frolic who can
Or sing from the wounds.
He is not in a hurry
'Cause he's the last
The last of the Mohicans.

No he does not shine
Among the palest ones
And among others
There is a stronger giant.
But maybe,
That he is the last
The last of the Mohicans.