Текст песни Леонид Федоров - Полдень

Groaning,
Ringing,
On my shoulders calmed down
In flowers, boundless
Noon,
The flame,
The day is hard, the stone is white,
The stem is tender,

Is waiting for me
Waiting for me in the distance,
Burns me,
Is it expecting ...

Wind Zayy Give
In the stone, give a bark
I walked to the path
All over the edge,
Sleslepum-pum,
To homes, courtyards,
Echo, boom-boom,
Who's there?

Day under the moon,
Night under the earth,
Laughter, roar
In front of me,
Scary, like a thought,
Peredum-transfer.
Propods themselves
There

Your song
The winds sing,
Scourge of fire,
The mountains are called.
Whispering Doom
In the fields, in the woods,
Echo, boom-boom,
Who's there?