Текст песни Фіолет - Карма

On my hands is the blood of murdered generations
Tears of young insights are in my hands
On my hands the waters of the dead year
I sleep
In her eyes the first sprouts of spring
The first drops of gray on her shoulders
Her cheeks blush
Bridges
And I can't help but love this unstoppable ocean
I will finish my wigwam stuck in the sky
Karma
This is our karma
In vain
Everything is already written to us…
You will find traces of water on my hands
Tears welled up in her eyes
How to close the world with the movement of the eyelids
I'm flying
The music of mountain peaks is in her ears
Crystal ice, God is far away and he is one
Dust of unpaved paths on her feet
We are already here
Karma
And I will come and fall on the shore
That wild river
What brings us and takes us away
In worlds unknown to us
And I will come and cry
And my tears with sincere laughter
I carry life forward without knowing
That I was this white world.