Текст песни Пикник - Смутные дни

What troubled days as breathing the wind alarms ,
 And we are dancing alone on a dusty road tape .
 As if the oath is given : & quot; Nothing can cherish & quot ;,
 And only in these waves circling.

 So boils the blood ginseng juice,
 Intermittent showers, run the ground from under his feet ,
 So fly 's head with the leaves down.
 These troubled days , these troubled days .

 And in the blood boils ginseng juice,
 And someone's gaze focused directly on the temple ,
 So fly 's head with the leaves down.
 These troubled days , these troubled days .