истерический дог - серебро
текст песни

roads are forest, roads, roads, roads forest
There is no moss left
It seemed to heaven that
roads are forest, roads, roads

There is a little salt left there
The bark has become a moth
Foliage - silver

roads are forest, roads, roads, roads forest
But he did not disappear
Silver climbed, so
roads are forest, roads, roads

And climbing to the tops of the forest,
Silver has become cramped
And the bark became a mile
And the foliage became salt
Heaven is silver
Heaven is silver

roads are forest, roads, roads