По дороге старой

The time has come - we're leaving behind the Sun
So again tomorrow with him and come :
When the concrete city wakes up in the morning ,
We will pick a new day in the cool shade .

Of annoying dreams and dreams
Following the still-smoldering sunsets
In the misty island country -
And back again tomorrow !

Where there is no heat , there warms road
Constellations voice - like a beacon light ,
Anyone who does not understand the words of the great prophets ,
Let continues to build a house of sand.

Of annoying dreams and dreams
Following the still-smoldering sunsets
In the misty island country -
And back again tomorrow !

For the same
On the way old
Seared glory
And a strange destiny.
wounds
Sooner or later,
In memory drown -
All gone, as in a whirlpool ,
Lie gray stone
Deep on the bottom ...

When we summon the wind behind him ,
Ghosts disappear ridiculous losses
What spared before, not even remember -
Scattered gray dust and locked the door.

Of annoying dreams and dreams
Following the still-smoldering sunsets
In the misty island country -
And back again tomorrow !

For the same
On the way old
Seared glory
And a strange destiny.
wounds
Sooner or later,
In memory drown -
All gone, as in a whirlpool ,
Lie gray stone
Deep on the bottom ...