Текст песни Беспредел Блаженный - Буря

"Storm"
09/1995.

Storm oppression of the trees, the storm is breathing pain,
Storm is making waves on the river,
   It will be raining.
We took refuge in the house, set fire to all the candles,
I'm not talking to you I feel good,
   Soon the ball.

 Fire alert,
Fire is hid,
 Fire shy to look at us.
 
 Eyes closed,
 Himself took refuge,
 They are afraid of love to burn.

Storm burns my heart, the storm breathing fever,
Storm picks up the body in the heavens,
   It will be a blast.
We breathe each other, we found each other,
I was gone and we are with you clouds
   Forever.

 Heavenly open spaces,
 The vastness of the lovers,
 It does not have the words, it lives the soul.

 From there, do not go away,
 Only there themselves find
 Great Castle, where there is no good and evil.