Текст песни Андрей Земсков - Заклинание ветра

Spell wind
blowing all that hurt to breathe -
Here it is, my faith
a crazy song that she sang soul
And flying stars ,
that sometimes the wind gets in your eyes .
But do not hold back the tears you -
otoletsya silver bullet tear !

Spell wind ...
From the pages of the manuscript as he stepped on the plateau ,
At the top of Ampere
again finds traces of Atlantis Plato -
And ends with the air.
Only a piece of rock remains in the hand ...
Again, these stars
and again journeyed light.

Baptized shaman in the wind shamelessly tortured " Muzimu ."
His rock 'n' roll beats of this country naphthalene .
And again, go hiking battle cruiser at Tsushima ,
Again ring shackles Siberia and Sakhalin gray ...

Spell wind ...
One-eyed cyclone cut anchor.
As fir branch ,
crackled soul , half a second grief.
For the last start
Boyanova of Greek songs and lyres
Until Baikal bard -
three or four chords , and the world exploded .

Spell wind.
Take the collar itself , if there is no escape
Of square meters,
of habitable hole of the Internet.
Let pagan wind
is a spark to light as before wearing ,
And who has not noticed the fire ,
continues in the dark store kerosene.

And God bless him ! Let it decided that all his hush-hush -
Three lives in stock, three-hit flat land save it .
But the train has left : under the feet out to the bottom of Atlantis
How rusty ark , leaving waves burning fuel.

October 2003 .