Текст песни Мир Огня - На каком-то витке

On silicon path on another pass,
At one turn of the endless spiral
Hesitated for a moment , and wiping sweat ,
The world surrounding Okino from edge to edge .
Incorruptible hover in the fog top,
Inferior ledges , escaping into the valleys ,
Where the miracle of the designs , sprawled scarlet ,
Run sunset golden wearily .
Not an alien I'm here Bezyazykov and powerless !
Tame space, to you I was involved ,
And among the sheaves wet , exposing the person
There are my chistoprobnoy spike of wheat.
And I 'll go into the fog without fear , no sadness,
Wiping his forehead with a century of fatigue,
To come up again , cutting distance,
At one turn of the endless spiral .