Текст песни Дороги сплелись - В тугой клубок влюбленных змей

There behind the third crossroads,
And from there strictly to the south,
Horseman with a gold sword
The grass densely sows the stars.
Do you hear the sky dropping in bunches
From the gaps the grain is steel,
Mountainous dashing trails
Covering with a shroud.

The roads are intertwined
In the tight tangle of lovers of snakes,
And from the breath of volcanoes in the fogs the wing is getting numb ...
Crafty, humble yourself -
We are still stronger than you,
And the fires of heavenly countries
Today it will be warm.

There at the third berth
The blue sail, white sail,
Divide the sky from the beginning
Before dawn a ragged wound,
Do you hear? The sea washes scars,
Sprinkle with salt
Scabs are the color of bovine blood,
Like a memory of ancient pain.

The roads are intertwined
In the tight tangle of lovers of snakes,
And from the breath of volcanoes in the fogs the wing is getting numb ...
Crafty, humble yourself -
We are still stronger than you,
And the fires of heavenly countries
Today it will be warm.

There at the third threshold,
Behind a broad step,
True silk stones,
Beat in two, do you hear?
The right path leads to the pier,
The way round - to the mountains, to the south,
But there is no road in the world,
To lead us to each other!

The roads are intertwined
In the tight tangle of lovers of snakes,
And from the breath of volcanoes in the fogs the wing is getting numb ...
Crafty, humble yourself -
We are still stronger than you,
And the fires of heavenly countries
Today it will be warm.

Tight tangle of lovers of snakes,
And from the breath of volcanoes in the fogs the wing is getting numb ...
Crafty, humble yourself -
We are still stronger than you,
And the fires of heavenly countries
Today it will be warm.