Текст песни Ворон Кутха - Юность 95

Youth

argue train
With the aircraft.
Terribly late
With turnover.
And everywhere the breath
On its hind legs.
They without delay
It should be.

Where are we now
And I do not know.
Bother, measure the
Distance.
But miles,
Kilometers.
We are not stars.
We comets

I admire let
On the night of insomnia.
settled sadness
On the face Maltz.

Storage shed
In the hands of the runes.
youth surrendered
The string sounds.

And it is not carried out,
Not met.
Near swept -
Not noticed.
And lucky
We cyclones:
swept ether
Evil clones.

Celebrate wanderings,
Celebrate.
Handing out throwing,
Handed out.
Days, weeks, months -
Vortices.
Once lit, so to brighter
Broke out.