Текст песни ОУ 74 - Только ветер

Hot as ice and cold as fire
I chose my way as a warrior and check the reservation.
Whatever path I go back home
Renewing old armor and fighting again
Lighter than air and higher than birds
Older than tradition and tougher than principles
Quiet than silence louder than a shot
Darker than a lie and brighter than the truth
I go out of the house looking for harmony
Upstream on an old canoe
I breathe deeply, join my palms
And the tiger from imprisonment breaks free
Echoes the prayer in tibet
The cups there are bottled perennial
Time leaves marks on the temple
And the answers there only knows the wind.

His path is difficult but not in search of glory
Tucked safely behind his mace
Natugia iron belt
Heavy mail and with it not to kill
The sun shines on her with the moon powerless
He learned a lot over the miles
Happiness grief good evil envy revenge
And weighing all this now he is here
In a place where the wind is constantly blowing
He will die down at night and wake up at dawn
Exhalation of nature having your name
Lifting heaps of sand he swept across the plain
Sing him the wind about the wild mountains
About the deep secrets of the seas and bird talk
It is easier to go only at the end of the path he will be met
A little more left sing it to him the wind

Only the wind will notice its traces.
Stehr caught up with a whirlwind when he made a fire
Wanderer
How would a writer not write books
It is more pleasant to try than to imagine
So, he put the pot on the stones
Stretching hands to the fire touching the flames
I warmed it (..?) A gift in my breast pocket
Twisted the paper on hold
For a moment closed his eyes the embers blew the wind
Sparks threw sheet to face companion met
Flashed a shoal inhaled tramp full lungs
He lifted the eyelids on his lips already patron smoldering on his pants the ashes of what tries
Brad, after all, but in return he understood that immortal times would not be noticed.
Slowly removed the taru from the fire, splashed into the cup
Blowing tea with steaming wind from a thicket
Consider a neighbor, from now on only the wind of his companion

Only wind in the field only wind
Briskly rushed into the woods faster bullets as if vzbrendil
Twisting loops around the trees
Knocks dead branches free wind

Rejecting rules like nietzsche
Leaving the material without being a beggar
A moment of wind blows thoughts away
They will come back with the dawn and we will be with them
We continue the path in any scenario.
Caravans go let dogs bark
Those who rummage with us in the same stream
Understanding will come back recognition soon
When the buildings did not grow in the forest
People inherited knowledge
Alone with nature, feeling her breath
The desire to shed light on all secret

Wind blows in my room
The wires are torn me not to warm them
A yellow sheet flew into the room with a whisper
I distinguish the words: prodigal, angry, proud
I rise above pride, to the master not one year to grow
Wisdom will increase in age
Corrective thinking experience
Thought as fishing duma my work
Light was born from darkness, and I from love
This will not let me forget my idle days
Sea of ​​good fire war is burning
Flame extinguished water goes to a precipice
Trees like thin narkiki stick out
The wind picked up the fallen leaf from my shoulder
And he spun in the sky
Over the yards where the children ran
Circled under the sun light
He landed on my window sill strewn with ashes
It is from the depths of the mind I opened it
I blow like the wind I flew to the planets
Spiritualizing nature spiritualizing the world