Текст песни Владислав Константинов - Махаяна

the walker does not see
No one around
Life is a short exit
From weakened hands

Whirlwinds of stingy dust
Wilails on water
There is no one who would
Roads to you

Empty in your edema
Long hike there
The idea was stupid
Get out of the wing

Doors of the native house
Vertims of the top chest
City - Your womb
Umbilical way

And on the road
The first snow is hardened
As if by you forgotten
Collapsed from the slope

What did you search here?
Are there any answer?
Stal dust
Yes lonely mark

Forever looking for truths
You ran away from them
There be behind the back
Burely their spring

Full bowl of good
Fresh comfort and laughter
Became like braga
Like original sin

There were proudly there
Salted on the wing
In the OR raised hordes
Drinking yourself to the bottom

But in silence escape
The most rotten flaw
There is no victory
That you are alone

No left
Here is your court
The legs of the judge are tired
Drive your shadow here

Snowy walls of the coffin
Gently call you
Your city Woroba
Umbilical way

But do not rush avalanche
Fall into an empty
Only up to half
Your path is passed

And raising the eyelids
I span on the pavement
Where lanterns are light
Abandoned by you

Walls of an empty house
The main thing is not forget
Your city Woroba
Umbilical way ...