Текст песни Илья Чёрт - Самопричина

Will the summer pass a bright sound?
Will the sunsets fall?
Will we add our armor
Bent over like an old bow?

Pastel will replace impressionism,
The watercolor of emotions will go out
And instead of clear verified locations
One lighthouse in the night we will be -
Krishna's voiced pipe.

Will there be silence in winter?
Will the spring leave the transformation?
Sunday at the end of the week
The last will be the day
And not miracles by the instant of Christ.

Eyes full of prayer
In despair, his mouth is open, toothless,
Through the murky glass gloomy
The gaze is directed to the yard without children.

Where is the mistake?
Where is the key lost among the streets?
The sinister secret of black hens
In a world without fun, the door is open to be doomed.

Like a failed flame to kindle,
Like a lost cherished azimuth,
So you won’t see the invisible secret trace,
So you will not find and do not raise
Lost in the grass is his sword.

A star without seeing in itself
And without finding a reason
Without dropping false guises
Open the way to your trouble.
Will meet your limit with a smile
The one who has seen the way in himself,
Who called the world to help,
Remained with a sword, strong and brave.

Who hid the heart from lies
From the mouth of greedy toothy,
From the Lust of a passionate smile,
He retained his spirit over the precipice in the rye.
Will the summer pass a bright sound?
Will the sunsets fall?
Why words, you know yourself -
It depends on you, my friend.