Lyrics Монгольфьер - Бродил с ума

For the pleasure
To his
Wandered crazy
Yes god news
Where

Caught the winds
Autumn flocks
I did not believe in my feet
On the shoulders of asphalt

There was a time for wild dreams
I sewed a memory with a tight thread for meat
Days of silk crumpled and painted in blood
Resurrection white banner

Oh, tag me, a broom out of the hut
But to God, to hell, yes, everything is one
Went to dance a thread in nodules
Passing the knots, lost his name
Passing the knots, forgetting his name

For the pleasure
To one
Wandered crazy
Guess where ?!