Текст песни Арон Крупп - Десять звезд

There are dozens of stars above his head
And the ax to chop firewood,
So take a backpack , it's not the first time ,
We hear reasonable words
The fact that in stuffy rooms warmer ,
The fact that no forest near blue,
But we have more mercury lamps
Here are the ten stars on her head.

These ten stars as beacons,
At the edge of an unknown land.
We can not let our backpacks
Somewhere hidden in the house dust.
After all, we can not grow into a habit
And amuse themselves half-truths .
Manage to leave without regret
Everything that keeps you at the door .

Red tongue licking the fire
Black night skies ,
And floating above the mirror lakes
White mist sails .
And our songs are listened to forest
In the thicket hidden trouble .
Come to us from fairy tales wonders
In the canvas of our city.