Текст песни Ступени - Перекати-поле

My ship ran aground a long time
New scar proud temple
Smudge world as watercolor
A dream water and triturated time in the sand

Cracked lips of silence
Weather-beaten face of silence
But if you see at the bottom of the pupils despair
Turn away, do not look

I do not remember what I blown away

No, I do not hide the eyes
And do not hide the ace up his sleeve
Here I am all - fits in your palm
There's around the next corner
Will something whether someone
Who will give me fire?

Do you seriously vosprimesh
That witch is cold at night in the woods?
Wind ruffled plait
But does he remember the smell of the hair?

And the taste of tears?

Yes, of course, you're right
Witches are not scary, witches do not cry
All hope crumbled to dust
And I live - what luck!
Too many strings burst
Too much is not solved runes
Dropped my scenario
And behind the mask really has no face
And the road will never end
What kind of reward is there ...

Tumbleweed, tumbleweeds,
Tumbleweed, tumbleweeds,
Where is your home? Where is your home?
Where is your home? Where is your home?…