Lyrics V7 CLUB - На свете есть места...

Mantana

It's not even my nonsense, it's like a camet from heaven,
Fell rightly over the summer season
No concern to you, the power is forgotten by everyone,
Having seen all this, you will vividly close your mouth,
There is human salvation, but not Noah's Ark,
This is from those born in the past that they are broadcasting in the new age,
You look all exactly, and we have everything in the dark,
With their dogs on chains, wolves wandering around us
Paths to these places, let me tell,
They simply do not exist and never existed
The wind is free on the perimeter, covers the traces,
There are no social strata, but the views are all ground.
And sometimes a storm, the very darkness of the sky covers,
And sometimes human life, no more than ashes,
For a hundred enemies, and just a couple of kents,
The moment ... you are ready, there is no evidence there are no traces
One hanging lantern, for a dozen houses,
Our roads are not visible, as the end of such edges
The masses sow negative, and we quietly drown,
In the flight will free a cliff, and he will not be long,
I know a place where a person’s foot has not stepped
Where human vileness can easily be lost without a trace,
Games with death, they have no consoling footprint,
So do not jerk the balls that which does not have them,

Jah-far

Chorus

There are places in the world where a man’s foot has not stepped yet
There where he did not climb, even though they store answers to all questions,
There are places in the world where once you risk you don't suddenly return,
There are such places, there are such places ...

There under the autumn leaves, slowly conceals,
The body of a large steel bird, off the flock,
Such birds don't fly here, everyone knows it,
But they are silent, because they understand everything perfectly,
The little man grumbles, leads his horse,
Hello father, tell me what is there across the river,
That half whisper, frowning, replies,
Beware of these places, here is not clean with a gray scythe,
It is barefoot ....
In her hand instead of the curve of the braid, she smokes with a scythe,
She is blind ....
A pack of white wolves, night and day, roaming around,
Protecting the house of the old woman, that in the place where people disappear,
Year after year they started to go, seekers come here,
Their mother ...
Then rescuers, diligently looking for seekers,
But ... Those are still not found,
So well, its forest, go past the boys ...

There are places in the world where a man’s foot has not stepped yet
There where he did not climb, even though they store answers to all questions,
There are places in the world where once you risk you don't suddenly return,
There are such places, there are such places ...