Текст песни Пикник - Полететь бы за леса-горы

TO RISE FOR THE FOREST-MOUNTAINS

Lost in a strange city
And the soul shivers in the cold
Where the earth is breathing the earth

Pretend as passers-by
Like each other
All the ways are already run, but there is no treasure

To fly for the forest-mountains
Fly for the mountains-forests
Where with a crystal ringing the heavens are celebrated

Dawn

Tearing roads apart
You see the lack of happiness
It is visible with a wind to swing that's what fell to me

To fly for the forest-mountains
Fly for the mountains-forests
Where with a crystal ringing the heavens are celebrated
Dawn

IERONIUM

In an inconspicuous house
In a house without a window
Hidden from the sun
Room One

In the room a ray of light
We keep silence
In silence, swaying
Dances Jerome

And around the old woman
Drive round dance
What is this force
Are they leading them forward?

Tearing old women dresses
Do they despair
Hieronymus wakes up
Will draw

Stretch paint
Black Papuan
In this wild dance
He lost his eye

Oh, I was in a hurry
Sang for joy
After all, there were these paints
The devil is visiting

Tearing old women dresses
The city does not sleep at all
Old schizophrenic
What is he doing there?

Like a crazy tarantula
Spirits chasing
Mesh around in a circle
Dances Jerome

Then suddenly not blinking
Looks at the fire
In these minutes
You do not touch him.

He will pay for everything
Bloodthirsty
Enough! No, not enough
And well, even stronger!