Текст песни Светлана Косенко - Травы тимьяна

thyme Herbs
Pain melting,
Flames from the sky
The point of my
Podymi my God on high mountain
Podymi me
Verba and the wind, take me with illness
Okoltsami stump ...

The shadow side of the road,
Evil strip
In someone's jails
Next wheels.
About my bindings but the judge is not rumor,
trespass
Damn-ka you propadom, black darkness,
Spindle, spindle
Shadow.

In a cloud of dust
Trifles all.
Lived yes was,
Ford wheel.
River tumbleweed pulled the beginning,
tumbleweed,
Joy mete strong rain
Yes patches.

Thyme Herbs
Pain taё
Flames from the sky -
The thing is mine.
Podymi my God on high mountain,
Podymi me ...