Текст песни Над землёй бушуют травы - Облака плывут как павы...

Above ground raging grass
Clouds float as surfactants
And one thing, there's the fact that the right
It's me, it's me, it's me ..
And I do not need fame
Nothing is no longer necessary
I and those sailing close
We would like to live, and all award:
We would like to live, we would like to live, we would like to live ..
We sail across the sky.
A smoke over paternal roof
All pale, pale and more ..
Mama, Mama, and you will hear my voice
My voice, my voice ..
Everything on it is quieter ..
Past tears, smiles by clouds
Floating over the world
The army is not their poryadelo
Clouds, clouds, clouds ..
And there is no limit to them ..
It's a pain neutehaet
Where are you living water? ..
Oh, why did the war happen? ..
Oh, why? .. Oh, why? .. Oh, why? ..
Why do we kill? ..