Текст песни РАДИУС - Искра

"Iskra" Vladimir Radionov ©

The plane of fate is
The grave without prayers and without a cross
How the margins of the bohemian roses
Could be lighter now I'm here so what?
Depository image of the red cult
Those who are waiting for something that they are waiting for
And I do not understand the meaning of clever words
The indistinct voice of bald ceilings

I started the word and I say
Between the earth and the sky I stand
In the valley of dead rivers among the roads
I lived in the abyss of stars, I was known as a prophet

But before the coals smolder
I want to burn with flames
And flush with a spark
And flush with a spark
And forever closing the door
Before me the whole world now
To flare up from a spark
Outbreak from a spark

I'm talking and it's already a fact
I'm on my way to the contact
How fun is the snowfall like laughter thunderstorm
The inquisitor has kind eyes
Granite-colored sun here is a landscape
As a drunken idol, a dashing whimper
I remain to blame myself only
The world could be better if not for me

For those who seek the light I write poetry
For those who do not sing here "fly"
Ready to spit a lot of flesh alone
One for all I understand but six crosses

But before the coals smolder
I want to burn with flames
And flush with a spark
And flush with a spark
And forever closing the door
Before me the whole world now
To flare up from a spark