Текст песни Пилот - Рок

Crossing the highway of the country ,
memorizing the number of roads,
we are considering poles,
did not notice how came time;
I said my first word
I sang my first song
that there is no end of the Force, and no way home .

No shadow under the eyes or frail nerves
no funeral march forgotten the way home ,
not bleed like a bullet wound ,
like rain on the Neva .
And someone tells me that I - the devil !
Someone says that I am a prophet !
But I'm not going to argue with you ,
I just play rock !

Remembered the voice of the wind ,
calling us into the depths of the heavens ,
and the cries of birds , and knock on the window ,
Wonders of destiny .
Losing feathers in this war ,
Ask yourself the question :
& quot; back when ? & quot; And do not hear the answer .

Tell me the name of the memory ,
And then , why did you come ,
Open your mouth ,
Open your eyes, you still got it!
and you said its last word ,
and you sang the last song ,
ran out of power , and you're back home.