Текст песни Александр Заславский - Метанойя

Metanoya

Before folding fragments in the palm of your hand
I thought about it that I broke
And when he collected and did not feel pain
I guessed that I broke a scream.
The fragments entered the silence
And remained waiting for grain
Sleeps vibration, homeland of fire
And emotion, his house.

No attention without need
Repentance without enmity
Understanding without a soul
Conditions without water.

While walking until the evening, I sang about everything
Sewed each step with a string
Stopped night, created a bonfire
A good sign to himself.
Grew like writing - for centuries
The roots of the earth let go
Peered at a person for a long time
And the man looked at me.

The year enjoyed winter hunger
Chess and forward
Echo endlessly, shadow from the sun
Facial light - the color of the caviar of the ring.
Violation of traditions is the main tradition
A man without a voice - a goal
There is inside the path, but grow upstairs
And wake others in the bell.