Текст песни
I walk by touch,
I flow like the Pregel
I look at the plain through the ages,
Wait, wait, machine of flattery
Slow down his words.
I carry sorrows, I carry hardships
Covering with words in the rhythm of the day
I walk by touch, conquering countries and hearts
Where vanity rules upon the throne
We ironically and tactfully, in chorus
Unwind the streams of vanity,
Harmony in the guise of a northern field
Carries our body into new circles
I walk by touch,
I flow like the Pregel
I look at the plain through the ages,
Wait, wait, machine of flattery
Slow down his words.
I bite my lips dried without speech,
I bathe my body in the bath of vanity,
I erase the established songs of flattery,
I pull out copper pieces.
Roll like a cart loaded with passion
Down the slope of the next day's rhythms,
Wake up from foolishness to passion
Release the streams of tomorrow
I walk by touch,
I flow like the Pregel
I look at the plain through the ages,
Wait, wait, machine of flattery
Slow down his words.
I walk by touch,
I flow like the Pregel
I look at the plain through the ages,
Wait, wait, machine of flattery
Slow down his words.
I walk by touch,
I flow like the Pregel
I look at the plain through the ages,
Wait, wait, machine of flattery
Slow down his words.
