Текст песни Ясвена - На твоём пути

Stone rolls to me on the slope,
I stand, spreading my hands to the sides.
Do not hope for my defense,
I am worth an absolutely defenseless city.
You can draw in a sliver to the word,
You can swirl with molok.
We will not hear from me and go
I'm in your winter, not at all cold.
I Rasta grass on your way
I'm not scary and almost does not hurt,
How do you choose -
I will be pretty.
I'm growing grass on your path,
I'm not scary and almost does not hurt,
Sky doomed do not save.
And Kara is worthy.
Want to look at the gardens,
Tents and palaces before the shores of the sky
And if it does not seem that all this is smoke,
Your - and the throne and crown.
Or pass through, in the chest
Without leaving a single breath.
Hurried from thunderstorms and leave behind
Even it will be not bad.