Текст песни Евгений Пальцев - Песня по кругу

ROUND
The crowd goes in a circle
the crowd goes in a circle
Although dissolved on the houses of the convoy.
Breathe in the head of a friend
With some fright -
No one remembers people not first.

Miserable clay legs
And the hands taking over the back,
after year, year and along the calendar.
As in a circular lie,
People are walking in a circle,
without a shepherd and without a guide.

Who did attaint
conscious movement,
meaningless, ridiculous this move?
Without a break overnight
confident completely
The crowd goes, counting what is forward.

Writer Lonely
In captivity of ideologies,
Wags your beautiful new world.
And here from Nord to the south
the crowd goes in a circle
And it is more accurate than Shakespeare.

Goosebumps on the skin
I feel that too
I merge with this life circular.
Would congregulate me with what:
In silence ringing
Stepping a collective curve.

Handing hands together
In a decisive protest,
Soul - like burnt znicling.
Me as if shuddering
Pierces Luta Lit,
Public opinion is mine.

And there are no other tetry,
In the teachings geometry,
To me in this circle - like a forestry.
I am this circle in summary
I am not in its format,
I remember - since childhood angle painted.

Walk in a chalk
on the clock and the arrow,
I have an inspiration of the bottom.
Hey, you would have time to sing
fans parabola
Fans of non-separable straight lines.

The crowd goes in a circle
the crowd goes in a circle
Although dissolved on the houses of the convoy.
Breathe in the head of a friend
With some fright -
No one remembers, and not forward.

Miserable clay legs
And the hands taking over the back,
after year, year and along the calendar.
As in a circular lie,
People are walking in a circle,
without a shepherd and without a guide.