Текст песни Полинове Поле - Полинове поле

You walk, wander on the damp earth
You are looking for someone in the gray valley
You injure your bare feet against a dry stubble
And around - a field of bitter wormwood.

You run through that field, you fall without strength
You wave the remnants of your wings to the sky
And a snake creeps fear into the soul:
Wormwood field - an endless path.

When you pass half a field you will remember all,
He who went with you could not come
You will remember joy, you will remember laughter
Gray hair on the temple is like a sin to the soul.

And that field has a scorched edge
You will pay with pain for the experienced paradise
And on that land - flowers and crosses,
Because to live life is to cross the field.