Текст песни ТОРСИОННЫЕ ВИХРИ - Дорогами Севера

roads of the North

(Words and music by Alexander Frolov)

Spikes shadows shadows
On the trampled fields
Searing shower.
Tucked tomorrow
The singing of the wind,
The roar of the river.

Time - tourniquet tightens life.
Time - whip sechёt bad thoughts.
Crick sealed pit.
Pilgrims truths
Yellow in the cellars.

Kameneyut eyes are not sleeping cripples,
In the silence of the stars to hear thunder.
Wicked prayer
Simmer, evaporating -
The rooms are damp.

Prophetic dreams were no longer dreams,
They burned down bridges between the worlds.
Breaking -
Cracked the sky.
Blood showers
satiate the soil

The black mud pompous words
Gets stuck, it slips rusty true.
Sharks ate
His is a pen.
Neck languish
According to a strong loop.

Do you hear the crying of silver strings
Northern latitudes in dormant pines?
Go to the call
Cold and snow to the very beginning,
By the shore of the sky.