Текст песни ИЗ - Родные

Tired of living, it is impossible to sail
According to this river of a hot scratch.
Sometimes you think: "What do I need?",
But then you understand what you need others.
I agree to be iron slave,
Standing in the desert of fire,
I agree to be and burn without you,
But we agreed, we were together.
And opened black abyss
In the midst of the fashionable crowd.
And since then we remained
Two different elements
Native to each other.
In the body one
And heart ice
Burning bright fire ....