Текст песни Столбовский Евгений - Золото души руда

From nowhere to nowhere
She flowed like a river with zeal,
That is the soul's gold ore,
Throbbing constantly

Temptation, emotion, struggle,
You bring yourself to death
Why is it so rude to yourself
After all, you are worth the choice of another

And immeasurability is clean again
Like tears in the morning on a pillow
Like yellowed foliage
Consciousness fragile toys

Without denouncing the reason,
Remain in a calm mind
Temptation, emotions that avalanche,
Just a minor convention

From nowhere to nowhere
Thoughts flow at half past seven,
That is the soul's gold ore,
The energy of the Holy Father.

here and now for you ....