Текст песни Утро над Вавилоном - В долгом поиске

I walk on the scientific, trained Earth
And floating above the dead zone as the ancient ship.
If someone notices me, I will not be friends with him -
Being free romantic than to live ...

I take off on a swing over the bestial longing,
As in the old caravel, but with a dragon head
The sun is shining caramel and coming sprouts
I write something on whiskey.

In the long search for a comfortable distance
Alone ...

Let go off in a quiet bay light constellations of my,
As forest-Tukhto I Uhti in isolation from everything.
In the dark the sacrament of snowflakes as if I did not own
And looking into your own pocket Ya

In the long search for a comfortable distance
Alone ...

I go home a dream for all the world to warm,
Zanyrnuv burning match your goresnuyu oil
And to make alignment to align the way,
But it appears locked up forever.

In the long search for a comfortable distance
Alone ...

Evening gray-winged dove, river shores in the legs,
We see happiness muted ringing echoing his horseshoes
Frightened residents of Moscow backward countries
Membranous wings of spring!

In the long search for a comfortable distance
.. Lonely, lonely ...