Текст песни Возвращение - Пей до дна

Do not tell me at hand
I hurry.
I try to do everything without a guide.
I splating scared on the pole,
I grind your hands in the wind.

Face north
His gaze sending
To native limits
I blow in the dark of my wind,
Whispering: "Drink me to the bottom!"

Pei to the bottom, drink to the bottom.
Drink to the bottom,
Through the throat in the temple
Inxiating juice will blow
Spring.

From tram door
Cubera rolling
I break into the light
To your warmth.
I will meet Madame with a paddle,
Offers with a crap on Bruceshaft,
Takes under the elbow
Leads to the edge
Pushes into the abyss
And asks:
Drink with me to the bottom.

Pei to the bottom, drink to the bottom.
Drink to the bottom,
But here, from under beveled roofs
White bird takes off
Spring.

And I froze amber
On pine crust,
As if I won the roots in my black soil.
By the rainbow, wheel
I go and clinging for the sky forehead.

Face north
His gaze sending
To native limits
I blow in the dark of my wind
Whispers, drink me to the bottom.