Текст песни Утро над Вавилоном - В долгом поиске

I walk on the scientific, trained Earth
And floating above the dead zone, as in the ancient ship.
If someone would see me, I will not be friends with him -
Be free romantic than to live ...

I take off on a swing over the primal melancholy,
As in the old caravel, but with a dragon head
The sun is shining caramel and coming sprouts
I write something on whiskey.

In the long search for a comfortable distance
Lonely ...

Let go off in a quiet bay light my constellations,
As forest-Tukhto I Uhti in isolation from everything.
In the dark sacrament snowflakes as if I did not own
And looking in the pocket own self

In the long search for a comfortable distance
Lonely ...

I'm going home the dream of all the world to warm,
Zanyrnuv burning match into your goresnuyu oil
And produce alignment to align the path
But it appears locked up forever.

In the long search for a comfortable distance
Lonely ...

Gray-winged dove evening, the river shores in the legs,
Seen happiness muted ringing, echoing their horseshoes
Frightened residents of Moscow backward countries
Membranous wings of spring!

In the long search for a comfortable distance
.. Lonely, lonely ...