Текст песни Родион Крайний - Броситься

Throw the door against the wall,
Jerk like a key from the earth
Iron handle as a vein,
Blow the dust jet it.

Blow dispel of confusion
And dust, cobwebs, fog.
Experience - not shadow me,
What is life - intoxication.

CHOKING Dry grass,
And stacked behind the door
Huge stacks of fragrant,
What a dull smoke wafted.

And hair tangled thread
A long series of dry,
What it seems as if life.
But it will live through the smoke?

You throw a glance at the door you -
She returned to the wall.
And you think - believe l do not believe -
The key turned in the ground.
16/4/15