Текст песни Exitland - The Ridge

The whole world is lying in the dust ,
But the wind blew sometimes
To the corners of the universe suddenly pulling
His hot tongue ;

We fancies away ,
In the time of the visit , ridge ,
Where are we as wheat growth : every one ,
And every desire and familiar ;

The lines bend on the circle closes
Grinding machine , to have the edge was sharp -
All people on earth need each other ,
As rivers to lakes , like the branches for a fire ...