Текст песни Пятый Угол - Странник

when part of it was a bird
carefree flying to the south
and the other a broken needle
at the wheel of endless naprugi
silence silence rooms
He did not find the usual peace
took with him only the faith and cold
and she left for a threshold

leaving the native open spaces
I went on a sunset bezkrayny
passing through the swamps and mountains
in no hurry to go back
he met on the way nonsense truth
and suffered from retribution lies
not looking for consecrated awards
for the deeds of the immortal soul

where streams converge
falling into the ocean
where the sun pours rays
Ned on different countries
from the tops of the clouds
He could get a hand
but even in those places
he has not found

when it became part of the sea
restless and quiet to the winds
and intoxicated with happiness and grief
We have divided our world in half
beating all possible paths
listed world war
he went out on the path from the house
and I came back with the other hand

where streams converge
falling into the ocean
where the sun pours rays
Ned on different countries
from the tops of the clouds
He could get a hand
but even in those places
he did not find peace