Текст песни Баклуши-beat - Стрела

The lot is blind - the road alone,
Forest Circle: oak and aspen.
For the arrows of the target is not clear.
I arrow - Only reason
For wounds in battle,
To heat in the chest,
I fly and sing, try to get away
Anyone who thinks they can get away
From inevitability.

To avoid becoming the cause of the boom
On-the-fly is no longer possible.
Even if once in a hundred
Ingested, skin feel.
Tuga string, sure flight
And what is then the rumor will spread
It does not matter at all
For inevitable.

On the fly stripping bark
And with oaks, and with a thin aspen
Scars I did not erase
Out of the valid reason
Himself not save and do not regret
I would have the strength I will fly
Not out of malice, not from good,
From inevitability.