Вадим Курылёв - Степной Волк
текст песни

Steppe wolf, crazy silent
By book regiments of the outside world,
flying foam over the sea of ​​suffering
Your apartment floats in the sky
Why believe that it will
Your secrets are placed on the board,
Your gods are just people.
What holiday will warm you,
what the smell is worthy of attention
But soon the wind will settle to the foot of the night
And the angel will raise the wings of desires.
What colors are hidden in white,
And whose pain is buried in red ...
The charge of debt is not coming to an end
But you notice traces in vain
In the darkness of the heart of a past life
The steppe elves are cut wings
The wolf's eyes are looking for you in the mirrors,
But the mirrors are covered with dust.
Goodbye a fairy tale, the fire of the dragon,
Under the Black Sun of the Summer Summer
Fighted wings of passolon
And again they turn into pumpkin carriages.
Search for death, love the she -wolf,
hang yellow on a branch with a leaf
burn with the sun, freeze with the moon,-
All things are not rare here are not enough
Steppe wolf in a trap of illusions
gnaws stones in empty hope
Changing your faces is a dubious way out
You will be recognized in any clothes.