Текст песни Krec - ... Седые кудри гладят грубые руки....

Listening to the wind , wrapped in a warm skin ,
Shepherd fires burns , preventing coals
Gray curls stroking rough hands .
Soon the morning - time to quote the wise .
The narrow gorges , here , high in the mountains ,
For we will look Buddha, Jesus and Allah ,
In waiting for the clouds , but we need to live .
Alternatively, please , let's not rush ...
Just breathe smoothly,
Imagine ships , sea, calm wave ...
Horizon strip , look at the sunset ...
If you want , you 'll be that way !