Текст песни Блуждающий Лес - Последняя мысль

And so again it is not to sleep,
And the night again moves.
I understood now all the essence -
The universe will come to me.

I shook bread crumbs
In the cries of hungry birds.
Strong strings, beer left,
Cut off a couple of pages.

I can't say goodbye to you
Where is my edge, where is the border?
Memory into pieces of soul cuts,
In the heart metallic grinds.

The last thought disappeared
There are no ruble in your pockets.
The result is not a lot nor little -
Now I am the universe ...