Текст песни Hands of Dust - Руки мои пусты

My hands are empty
Over the fire tubes
Northern air days.
Tradition word lie
Serenades black branches.

And my hands are empty.
Right step ahead
Old sad rite :
Find what you do not find
Among those who have long since not holy .

And my hands are empty,
Wind steals words
Quivering urgent public affairs.
And now the mountain of the mind
And this is your new destiny .

But my hands are empty ...