Ad Libitum - Царь-камень
текст песни

At home - like cliffs at the caves,
People go in ivy.
From a crack, like a compressed nerve,
The sounds of lute are cracking about summer,
But the frost fell on the grass ...

Counts the time of the eating
Heavy cross during wanderings;
They leave the elderly here
Cripples, sick and musicians.
The sorcerer is more important for fools:
When he is with us, we are all together.
But with a glance by pushing the glass
I heard only a song ...

My city was burning like paper.
Red autumn poured black.
The ashes fell to the bottom of the ravines,
Dressed in granite, which the king-stone wanted.
But the time of love has passed
You should no longer sing.
The earth turned white
And so ineptly beckons
But the city is so good
What you want to die here,
Renounce the body, take off
And hug these stones ...