Lyrics Пикник - Я пущенная стрела

I am a fired arrow.
And there is no evil in my heart, but
Someone will have to fall
does not matter...
And beggars rule the ball.
They want, but can not give.
And all that they call blood -
only water ...
Why, why do I need this land?
Why should I have a sky without wind and birds?
I'm running an arrow. Sorry...
I can not love this city.
Let there be a heart of pure ice.
And the fact that they call blood - only water.
But how many lights go out,
how many hands that can not be warmed.
So past, past, past, past, past, past, soon ...
I am a fired arrow. And there is no evil in my heart, but
Someone will have to fall
does not matter...