Текст песни Шамбала - В моей пустыне

In my eternal desert wind,
In my desert is not what to believe.
In my pustnye lost - once or twice.
In my free time desert
Showered with sand or ashes.
In my free time desert wants to be snapped up.

I chasing you, yelling,
Stumbling across the shoulders.
And then he could not think,
Understanding came only today.
You're just an accident.
Just. Randomness.
And whistling is not a kettle.
Someone punched right through my soul.
And the annoying whistling
I am so weary.
not whistle - not the soul.
Your eyes blinded,
you think drowned,
Your eyes took away all the senses.
Not you, no, I do not believe. Not you.
Do not do not you let me wake up.
And this is the case,
When a dream - something more.
Something that does not embrace,
Even if you really want.
He is one. Each night one.
It can be seen, for the love of it is time to pay.

And here you are.
I froze.
Please, forgive me for dreams!
For all the words,
For all the absurdity that I'm resigned.
In all though ... it does not matter.
What am I saying?
Inside, everything is cold.
How do you like to take in my desert.

I CAN NOT TOLERATE mirage.
Tell me,
How can I live like this?

In my eternal desert wind.
In my desert is not what to believe.
In my just desert sand but the dust.
In my very womb of the desert
What they call a dream or delusion.
In my desert remain only dreams.