Lyrics Пикник - Колдыри да колдобины

It is visible, my edge is special -
I do not believe myself:
Koldyrs and potholes,
And around - miracles! ..
As under the root are cut,
And do not fall, no;
Itself as if ruined,
And on their faces is light;
Wanderers are likened,
In the semi-dark half-light
Koldyrs and potholes -
What flowers on earth! ..
Here the screams do not frown -
So it is got:
If he climbed the stairs,
The other will fall to the bottom.

Among the streets fragmented
Oh, why not!
Koldyrs and potholes -
As visions in a dream;
And we look from under the brow -
So it is got:
If that ...
Then another ...

It is visible, the edge my especial ...
Koldyrs and potholes ...