Текст песни Сомнамбулический туризм - Ветер гуляет

Wind is walking the fields,
Herbs waves dance.
Rain, if you like the sky,
Drops sadness draw.
All words are thrown in the summer,
Summer repay sunsets.
It is strange to be in human guise,
When the soul barking dogs.

In the world of temptation black
Where is the Lord in this hour?
For easy lives,
Knowing that he was looking at us.
Knowing that false Path
Not being lead.
Become a star for a while
In the dark quiet of nowhere.

Wind is walking the fields,
The storm rages in my heart.
Give me the last days
In this warm evil.
All words are thrown in the autumn.
Autumn Falling Leaves lives.
It is terrible to be in human guise,
When the soul is torn grenades.