Текст песни Максим Верчевьев - На семи ветрах

Raw , cold wind of October
In my bezpamyatstve
Lyutuet how boundless freedom .
And to me today - sad every day ,
And yaryat restlessness
All those years and tribulations .

My past - seven winds
In my future - just dust.

The heart beats on the part of
Sonorous strings of silver.
Sun lead nights
By potholes dungeons until the morning
The shackles , but the yoke .

Night suicidal pacifism ,
Libel destined woes
But my sadness , but in the darkness mёm window
Increasingly, lying soul ,
Entrusting me wrong subjects.

Chorus.