Текст песни СиндроМ - Творец

Man creates when under the skin
Sadness il beat the joy bells ...
And sometimes when doubts gnaw,
And when the rest burned to the ground ...

Night on torn paper
Tireless head bowed,
Collects lines in the ravines,
Like the seeds of future cornfields ...

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Betraying the country's soul torture
Looking for trails in the shadow of the greenhouses,
Where, like gold bullion,
Fruit ripens searching among the branches ...

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A man trying to understand the nature of
Eternal thrust open worlds
Included in the river unexplored ford
Do not think of the rules of the game ...

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In this life, hard as iron,
Forged hammer of fate
He heals their feet cut ...
Burns kindling in the gloom of the hut ...

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To see the faces on the walls,
Or just escape from the darkness,
Drop dancing glare
From the window on the shroud wicked winter

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And when peace was burned to the ground ...