Текст песни Marevo - Ветер

Dry field and trees
from a distance can be heard whistling
in a rotten world -prognivshie fun
in a rotten world - you dry leaf

Amphetamines society impolite vagrants
lost in amorous adventures
dried up their minds , and one almost enemy
sympathy for others is stored for a moment

i'm going away
I will not go back

their whole vanilla -beznadezhny pathos
and paints in the world has not increased, alas
and meaning , logic, lost it all
is like a dried flowers

I leave to you next winter
I will not go back , this will tell the north wind of my soul