Lyrics АЛАТЫРЬ - Лети за край

Closely in your own skin,
Oh, I burst at the seams!
Your soul, Stribog,
I surrender to the winds ...

Herbage, and crow's grave,
Where the temples were saints,
Become a bird, fly over the edge,
The skies come to life empty.

So it looks like a bird
Something is beating inside.
Closely in your own skin,
I take off - look! ..

Herbage, and crow's grave,
Where the temples were saints,
Become a bird, fly over the edge,
The skies come to life empty.

So it looks like a bird
Something is beating inside.
Closely in your own skin,
I take off - look! ..