Текст песни poustinia - Пустырь

the earth will give birth to the grain
and bitterness on his lips
Here border post
brick chimney

that's a sign at the turn
on red word STOP
Here border post
and nowhere to run

Now red spot
on the knife blade
over the pit oil
swinging fire

take the handle in the palm
become harder brick
and let them fire
go down without knocking

but his heart will burn down
becoming the salt on the cheeks
becoming the milk of dawn
becoming the song of the coachman

and the sun-wheel
rolled away to
where no one
no one ever