Текст песни Catharsis - Триста лет Полета

Gold - silence, ringing in the void,
You're always beautiful, but not the word,
You know, on the reverse side
There is a country to the sun racing horses

Who has not come down from his horse -vechno young and bold.
Who touches the ground in the wonderful the country.
Immediately the old man would be old.
What he's forgotten who he was in life, he

Gold - silence, held her despair,
Just a parting smile, and all ...
Gold - silence with bated breath
Just a parting smile, and all the

Three hundred years of flight and on the sleeve -
Apple branch and the wind in my head,
Three hundred horses racing towards the sun
Shut up ... falling gold to me!

Ritual silence, in the dark
You're always beautiful, but not the word
Nothing is sacred. no saints
Wind horses - nonsense, there is just you

Empty on the back side,
Three hundred years of flight vanished into silence