Текст песни С.О.К. - Душа

I'll be out in the field I was wide,
I lie down in the grass high
Heaven I will cover the head
Tightly embracing the cloud.

Herbs, a longtime dream open to me
As I was on the Earth
Winds - soul confess
Heart - the world dine.

Winds spread their wings to me
The longtime dream sent me
Now I know the fate of their
I will keep on the edge.
I'll be out in the field I was wide,
I lie down in the grass high
Heaven I will cover the head
Tightly embracing the cloud.

I hear, though somewhere in the reeds
Crying, my poor soul
He asks tearfully, but calling me
To, I changed the way

Winds spread their wings to me
The longtime dream sent me
Now I know their fate,
I will keep on the edge.