Текст песни Сергей Калугин - Ключ

My voice is quiet. I found words
Equal to cold silence.
The words are dead. My soul is dead.
I am not looking for an excuse before the sky.

Over the plowed storms of earth
Agate of the moon, languidly foggy,
On a thin and flickering lasso
The midnight wind leads to itself ...

I, like a child, play a void
Flowing over every feature
Behind each facet of visual space.

I opened the source of the game in myself.
I have power to burn and create worlds.
I distinguished constancy in the movement.