Текст песни Зимовье зверей - Посторонний

I feel like an outsider,
When I am leaving your home.
Along the lines of someone's palm,
Under the gaze of someone's Madonnas

I go and lose the old features
In his haughty void.
And to be perfectly with me on "you"
We agree these and those.

I feel Gyrostat,
When I am leaving the temple.
I borrow the night with the return,
But I know that is unlikely to give.

And every motive to me painfully familiar,
Although I am deaf from birth.
I stand at the snow-covered windows secretly
And I listen to what I am.

I feel that no matter where I was,
My someone standing behind him.
What is it - with the tail or a halo? -
I do not know, and in this peace.

And my voice was leaked rumors,
But do not envy me.
I know I'm an outsider, alas,
In this and the other side.