Текст песни Polyphony - Как в осенние дни бушует шторм

So you want all the words on the paper throw,
With all the ends of their snatch,
Vyrydat them speak.
You can not keep them in themselves,
When thoughts are torn out.
There are no forces to keep the cold
In the shower.

Again calm again, the storm stopped,
But still the smooth surface thoughts
Rages, roars
As the tide wears away the stone.
Word spreads hundreds spray
Wind from the song goes to squeal.

My sea pours, freezes
At each stroke of the wave.
I so want to throw back his head,
Hands folded and fell off a cliff.

To fly, to fall down and cry,
Pent tell the sea.
Cling to the rocks during the flight,
Flips in the air, to fall again.
And, in the end, dive into the water,
His creature she ever give.