These are the things - I lived as I lived, I swore off the scrip and prison.
These are the things - but the burden of the days that later fell on me was heavy
And I couldn’t believe it, and I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t dreaming about it, I wasn’t dreaming about it.
And again, in the heights, in the unearthly silence, birds circle, birds circle.
Now crows, now crows overhead, you can’t take a step to the side - there’s a convoy behind you
And wherever you look, there is snow everywhere, then crows, then crows - the taiga.
These are the things - I couldn’t even know how cruel sunrises can be
These are the things - I couldn’t even know that trouble was waiting for me somewhere
And I couldn’t believe it, and I couldn’t believe that this would happen to me,
But again, in the heights, in unearthly silence, birds are circling, birds are circling.
Now crows, now crows overhead, you can’t take a step to the side - there’s a convoy behind you
And wherever you look, there is snow everywhere, then crows, then crows - the taiga.
Now crows, now crows overhead, you can’t take a step to the side - there’s a convoy behind you
And wherever you look, there is snow everywhere, then crows, then crows - the taiga.
Taiga.
Taiga.
