Текст песни Поэт без усов - Змей-искуситель

& quot; Faith & quot;

Alone in the middle of the field.
Spikes between his fingers .
Silk wind, with a touch of salt.
But the will of fate - over them is not free .
And wait . Whether rabbit , or
Hare.

Beyond the horizon sea - a couple of hours of travel .
Locusts swarm flew .
Motionless . Stand . water -
Every cell in the body,
Overwrought asked me .
But do not care - even if only the heart decayed ,
I expanded the edge of reason .

The sun had long been at its zenith,
The serpent tempter telling me : & quot; & quot ;. Surrender
But I do not hear it - I'm waiting for .
Whether rabbit , or hare.