Текст песни Дмитрий Слободчиков - Тайна очищеня красотой

"In the sky, and only talks about the sea ..."
When winter did not believe the spring ... when the shimmering sunset fire dissolves in cold mirror of water ... when the little creek, falling into a quiet lake, rolled along the bottom of round stones, echoing from the coastal cliffs ... when the flowers are pulled toward the sky sleepy buds, which were sleeping bee ... when skittish deer froze, listening to the pounding of the spring drops ... when melting ice rang over the water millions of bells - and then the man sat down on the bank, ceased to be greedy piece of flesh, dissolving in water, in the wind, in the stars, knowing the greatest of all mysteries - secret "cleansing beauty."
© Slobodchikov D. "Spring at Lake Baikal": Irk, "Siberian newsreel studio" 2008..