Текст песни Третий Рим - Торопиться дышать

Sadness won't stick to your chest
In the land where summer is on fire.
A time of lazy, smooth words
While the north is sleeping somewhere.

By the river, seeing off the wind
Wandered, changing dates.
This dream is so high and bright
In a blind, dry stream.

Everyday,
Everywhere and everywhere
Stay with me
While i will

Hurry to breathe
Hurrying all around.
Don't hug
Whole amount of suffering
The simplicity of divorced hands.

And the earth, like pride, is dry
I managed to happen here
Filling the bark of sin
My life in a hurry to hide.

Stay with me,
While I will ...