Текст песни Фиал - Амазонка

Where to look for you, Amazon?
Standing on the steel stirrups:
For any feature of the horizon
And in what, tell time?
World is huge anxiety froze ...
Sky view your lures.
I see the following in your figure amphora,
In the bas-reliefs of the Athenian plates.

Can not be kept in the mixing cell -
I go where for the sweep of an eagle
Rushed to the trilling of the nightingale
Maple bow arrow.
I go where rings of helmets
Fast swords sharpened light
Where death so intimately familiar,
Like a brotherhood thousand years.

I have nothing strange ...
A plexus winters and summers
From overgrown steppe idols
For the descendants of one answer:
& Quot; Our sterner other gods ... & quot;
Life is not a fairy tale, not a sweet dream ...
And looking in the eyes of my soul
From the burning of gray times.

Can not be kept in the mixing cell -
I go where for the sweep of an eagle
Rushed to the trilling of the nightingale
Maple bow arrow.
I go where rings of helmets
Fast swords sharpened light
Where death so intimately familiar,
Like a brotherhood thousand years.

... Again wandering wind moans
On the mound by the end of the day.
And the girl's earring in his hands
I go out - saddle horse.