по краю острова (Po Krayu Ostrova)
Ploho
On the Edge of the Island
Cool autumn, a light rustle of clubs
Little hammers tapping on the keys of spins
This song is simple, its notes are plain
Beyond the field, there's a forest, and beyond the forest, a field
A snake hisses, coiled on its throne
Timidly searching the bushes
We're all running on the edge of the island
Our whole lives running on the edge of the island
We all live on the edge of the island
Of a sharp knife
We're all running on the edge of the island
Our whole lives running on the edge of the island
We all live on the edge of the island
Of a sharp knife
A drive towards the center of chaos
You thought it would be better, and here you are
One picture in the strange faces of others
Went deep down along the railings
They told us it was beautiful there
Maybe we were rushed
The outcome is one
We're all running on the edge of the island
Our whole lives running on the edge of the island
We all live on the edge of the island
Of a sharp knife
We're all running on the edge of the island
Our whole lives running on the edge of the island
We all live on the edge of the island
Of a sharp knife
We're all running on the edge of the island
Our whole lives running on the edge of the island
We all live on the edge of the island
Of a sharp knife
We're all running on the edge of the island
Our whole lives running on the edge of the island
We all live on the edge of the island
Of a sharp knife
