Текст песни Евгений Банников - Наскальный рисунок

River runs from the glacier,
And speaking of her boisterous
Flows somewhere, hurried,
Through the hill country - a century.

And the band emerges
Through the sound of the river that was.
The river, of course, not forgotten
Events of ancient voices.

They come like a dream,
And now elapsed before us,
Where over the high mountains
Hanging cold disk of the moon.

And there, in the pitch darkness of night
Animals ghostly shadows
Draws, got up on his knees,
Artist stumbling on a rock.

And there on to the edge,
The river roars him a lot.
Hanging over the spur
He writes eternity - his life.

Figures of celestial beacons
The artist will make out of the darkness,
And dance zodiac signs
The songs of the raging river.

And so, apparently, is destined -
Time can not be normal,
When talking to the rock drawings
The artist, who died long ago.

River runs from the glacier,
And speaking of her boisterous
Flows somewhere, hurried,
Through the hill country - a century ...