Текст песни Пикник - Бездонным ветрам

Come with me, I'll tell you why
I would not like to go alone
There, where the thin branches to the skies get,
There, where enthusiastically about something sing
Ocean grass. Ocean grass. Bottomless winds.
Behind him was a city of glass and stone,
Fantastically endless patterns of lights.
And perhaps soon we will return back
Look at me again eschs
Look into my eyes...
But here again, I crouched at his feet
Crossroads, if dusty flower.
He remembered all our steps
He let me go with him because we are not enemies.
In the ocean of grass. Ocean grass.
Bottomless winds.
Come on, do not be afraid to lose anything.
So I want to believe that it was not in vain.
Against the cold and rain
We call for a picnic, which has long been waiting for
Ocean grass. Ocean grass.
Bottomless winds.