Lyrics АлисА - Пересуды

Even the poles are connected by meridians. What can we say about parallels, which are not-no, and will intersect ...

The red evening weaved the patterns,
I took the trusting by surprise,
Where the lime mountains,
Blue heather, white moss,

On pine needles
Stained the sunsets shadow,
During the days I multiplied the rumors
In the gossip of the villages.

Ooo,
 as if somewhere in two fields,
Ooo,
 he misses the prison
Will. Whether,
 bored without a bridle,
Or were they ashamed
 all night long.
It will melt away the scaffold
 the coldness of the star.
Where there is no pain -
 hope does not live.

As in the heat of hunting
Fingers dug the dashing people.
From the "Parental Sabbath"
Who will survive whom?

Who will cheat anyone in the ears,
Whose sharp is sharpest of all?
Souls have smothered the blood
In the scuffle for success.

Ooo,
 where there are three mountains,
Ooo,
 smoke called
Flame. The sun -
 black hole.
The dark night
 confused ways,
Wolf Pack
 yes an aspen swarm.
Without hope
 faith can not be found.

And behind sharp prongs
The helmsman is quiet.
For wards with tiles
He answers his head.

There was a time he tripod
Wild wars evil army,
Now he wants to, but he can not
The reputation of limping.

Ooo,
 where there are four seas,
Ooo,
 There is no joy,
No grief. Only
 silence yes,
All right,
 though throw, at least break,
Between the lines
 Verify the truth.
Where there is no faith,
 there is no place for love.

The red evening weaved the patterns,
I took the trusting by surprise,
Where the lime mountains,
Blue heather, white moss,

On pine needles
Stained the sunsets shadow,
Sleep ended the rumors
In the gossip of the villages.