Текст песни Пикник - У шамана три руки

In Shaman Three Hands
And the wing over his shoulder .
From its breath
Candle flares up .

And sometimes himself
Itself does not recognize .
But the soul wide open
Overstrain , singing ...

In Shaman Three Hands
The world around like a dark room.
The hands of gold
Painted eyes .

He sees pink dawn
Before the sun itself .
And it seemed as if asleep
And I do not know anything ...

In Shaman Three Hands
Garden in the ruby light.
From its breath

Inflames ...

Inflames ...

Inflames candle ...