Текст песни Пикник - Странные 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 : " Nothing can cherish "
And only in these waves circling.

It boils the blood , ginseng juice,
Intermittent showers, run the ground from under his feet ,
So fly , head, together with the leaves down .
These troubled days of such troubled days .

And boil the blood ginseng juice,
And someone's gaze focused directly on the temple ,
So fly , head, together with the leaves down .
These troubled days of such troubled days .