Текст песни Денис Бука - Зов медных труб

The berry is red, the black berry ...
How disgusting shutter bliss!
Black berry, red berry ...
Secret road beckons dangerous.

The heart is worried, trembling breathes,
Singing call-up in the air is heard.
Trembling breathes, the heart worries -
Freestyle far behind the mountains drawn!

I rinse desperately - by sea, by land,
I will not look back - without a bag and without a stick -
On the sea, on dry land - rush desperately
And I err in the universe inadvertently ...

Shoot a bullet, wild, swift,
Get away from a life without a vision!
Wild, rapid shot a bullet ...
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              But do I run away from myself?