Текст песни Ситуация контанго - В туманной пелене

Music - Ivan Kutyrkin words - Ivan Kutyrkin, arrangement - Roman Titov

The misty shroud, in a narrow crevice
Is heard singing or hissing
Someone plays on the strings of creation
Paranormal imagination.

Once upon a time, even Eternity Moment
Fractures of other creation
He turned then to bring
And I sat down to sing in a narrow crevice

He paid homage to the Virgin Youthful Praise
Prior to the absolute emotion
He broke his fingers on inspiration
But he was not looking for escape routes

For thousands of years, he wanted to meet again
Fingers on the strings of curves maimed
Fingered hair that fell to his shoulders
From old mistakes losing speechless

So he died in a narrow crevice
Without waiting for the remission of sins
And I left, kneeling
And lips whispered praise of the Virgin