Po Krayu Ostrova
Molchat Doma
At the Edge of the Island
Cool autumn, light rustle of oaks
Little hammers tapping on the keys of the back
This simple song, its notes are simple
Behind the field is a forest and behind the forest is a field
The snake hisses, coiled on the throne
Timidly looking for bushes
We all run at the edge of the island
We spend our whole lives at the edge of the island
We all live on the edge of the island
Of a sharp knife
We all run at the edge of the island
We spend our whole lives at the edge of the island
We all live on the edge of the island
Of a sharp knife
The desire for the center of chaos
You thought it would be better and here you are
One picture in strange mines of others
Went into the depths along the railings
They told us it's beautiful there
Maybe we were rushed
The result is one
We all run at the edge of the island
We spend our whole lives at the edge of the island
We all live on the edge of the island
Of a sharp knife
We all run at the edge of the island
We spend our whole lives at the edge of the island
We all live on the edge of the island
Of a sharp knife
We all run at the edge of the island
We spend our whole lives at the edge of the island
We all live on the edge of the island
Of a sharp knife
We all run at the edge of the island
We spend our whole lives at the edge of the island
We all live on the edge of the island
Of a sharp knife
