Текст песни Пляски мага - Утро

Morning

I Zadyhayus himself,
The world is not about me.
Clean up your old house,
The one that worked for you.
I will draw a tight tourniquet,
The one that rules the world, forgotten.
Winter frozen for later,
Himself his own hand beaten.

Pr-in: Good morning, my loop
All around the circle and then nothing.
Score zero and then an explosion,
But I feel, so alive.
Still alive.

II Zazhaleyu themselves into holes,
Those that will sparkle in the light,
Like a dog whining in the cold,
I look forward to our warm, cherished set.
Outweigh the fear of despair,
And I again I fight in hysterics.
It is slipping out of my hands,
Clinging, I forgot about the covenant.

III only erase all tiredness,
The morning will give new light forces,
Memory no longer my sovret
And protection pougasnet ardor.
No, I do not need to fight!
And the laws of worldly victories!
Before the madness just to live
And with a smile, greet the dawn ...