Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - ... Бога

My field is groundless
Its lands are not plowed
Life is not over yet
Full of fears to the brim

The blades are supposedly not sharp
Showers of blood are mixed
On a desert island
Kashchei roam with the goblin

* Losing *

My faith is not broken
Divide the secrets with incense
My soul will not be fed
To vultures instead of falling

Boats are praying to the shore
Death is a personal matter
Are all locks of melodies
Will the treble keys open?

* Losing *

Cloud over the crossing

Accepted sharp youths
Horomo sang a sermon

Seems pure clean
From far away into the twilight
On a wooden pier
People are holding hands ...