Текст песни Злые Куклы - Идет По Берегу Морей

Walks along the seashore
dark and cold.
He lives, and he is almost not me,
who cares...

Of course the creak, of course the ice,
hissing wave.
He carries smooth stones,
but still gray.

There is a monastery in the sky,
dawn, illusion.
There to climb into the light and dust
his story.

Bare feet, blood-threshold
- Hello and hello.
- What religion son,
do you remember the laws?

Sits on a cape, a dream to him
comes slowly.
And I won't understand his words,
because I'm just
snow.