Текст песни Чёрный Обелиск - Серый святой

Gray St
(Music: A. Major. Lyrics: A. Major.)

City looking out of the thicket centuries, the city - a huge spider.
Wretched offspring thoughts and words, paralyzed hands.
Nervous people in this hulk moving solid wall.
Flag fluttering over their head seems gray saint.

He broke up into hundreds of saints, looking for all and sundry.
Thousands of gray, or similar such that it is impossible to distinguish them.
Grey holy in our thoughts and dreams moves like a living.
And, to shatter it into hundreds of pieces he remains himself.

Life for people anxiously flows, they are not granted peace.
With a clear conscience in the world lives only gray saint.
Whatever you do, he's there with you, it protects your peace of mind.
Very caring, very simple gray, gray saint.

City looking out of the thicket centuries, the city - a huge spider.
Wretched offspring thoughts and words of paralyzed hands.
Nervous people in this hulk moving solid wall.
Flag fluttering over their head seems gray saint.