Текст песни Помело-2012 Post Factum - Странники

Lived dude proud,
received in the face,
The teeth in the trash,
face bruised.

He walks broken
and at all angry
under his bunk
settled fear

Prospect:
And we fly over the abyss
and breathe dust star
Number of stars vestimo not,
as there is no bottom to the abyss

What proportion do not share,
space, peace and freedom
We are the children of ghostly wins
beckons us depth.

Sweetheart you ours,
Who you beautiful?
Who can you wiser?
Who can you good?

No faces, no skin
Seven years younger
Anyone who all more expensive
goes to her.

Prospect:
And we fly over the abyss
and breathe dust star
Number of stars vestimo not,
as there is no bottom to the abyss

What proportion do not share,
space, peace and freedom
We are the children of ghostly wins
beckons us depth.

Gori Gori clear
That would not be extinguished
Clear mind and a sharp eye
Blue Wing

Old age - no joy,
And life is so disgusting
Where yesterday blazing fire -
Ash coals yes.

Prospect:
And we fly over the abyss
and breathe dust star
Number of stars vestimo not,
as there is no bottom to the abyss

What proportion do not share,
space, peace and freedom
We are the children of ghostly wins
beckons us depth.