Текст песни Ястребок азовский - чутьбольшечемчерновик

A whirlwind of desires, searches of the soul
Will remain in the world of unbound bodies.
And this knock will make a drop of magic,
Who bound all my life into a veil of meristems.

Better to walk barefoot on the edge
Encountering thorns and fog along the way
As they say - I don't know for certain
But it seems like this: through the thorns (and) delirium,

Through the mountains of unrest, the lights of the stars
Put on your armor like the eccentric Don Quixote -
Anything's better than being a model for a waterfall
Gone into the cliff without seeing the passage.

Through the gaps between the walls to the end of the maze
In the predawn fog, they were ordered to go
I leave the features of the parasite helminth
And changing the costume is the role of the drag queen.

Throw a cloak over wide wings,
Taking off in an instant, breaking away from the bottom,
And take the course of the whirlwind squadron
Carrying to the crest of the golden end