Текст песни Catharsis - Триста лет Полета

Gold - silence, ringing in the void,
You're always beautiful, but the words are not those
You know, on the reverse side
There is a country to the sun racing horses

Who does not go to horse -vechno young and bold.
Who touches the ground in the country marvelous.
Immediately becomes an old man.
He forgot who he was in life, he

Gold - silence, Hidden despair,
Only a parting smile, and all ...
Gold - silence with bated breath
Only a parting smile, and all

Three hundred years of flight and on the sleeve -
Apple branch and the wind in my head,
Three hundred horses rushing to the sun
Shut up ... falling gold to me!

Ritual silence, in the dark
You're always beautiful, but those words do not
Nothing is sacred. no saints
Wind horses - nonsense, there is only you

Empty on the back side,
Three hundred years of flight vanished into silence