Текст песни Springson - Юг без признаков севера

This is the sound of human graves
Symphonic wind
And I am among them
Always clad in rain
Tightly bound in life

It is in the heart of the great plains
It arises out of the sun
and how long the mountain highway
ruthlessly seductive
Sound isolation

And I find this sound
On the way to the south
On the way to South of No North.
I really need that sound
On the way to the south
On the way to South of No North.

This verse of the dead void
Varicose veins
Under the influence of fucking love
And the possibility to survive somehow
Without this bottom

This is a black desert hai-wei
Oklahoma, freydlayner
And there in front
It dissolves the heart of
Without that you can not sleep

Do not forget the sound
On the way to the south
On the way to South of No North
You need so that sound
On the way to the south
On the way to South of No North

It woke up somewhere Tom Waits
It still prosrali Bukowski
And I stand between them
In anticipation of that I do not shine

Melts in the sky slow fire
Symphonic wind
Walk through walls
And the walls dig into hands
And his hands do not feel the hand

On the way to the south
On the way to South of No North