Текст песни
By passing the station you gonna recall
But your destination is fatal at all
The star of the morning, the moon in the night
The wheels that are rolling away from the light
The stream of the river more strong that a crag
Will not heal your fever on fear of crack
When old frail boat is passing cascades
Just see as lifesavers are coming too late
To run through the fire, to sleep on the ground
This kind of desire enough to be proud
An old man magician will tell you the truth
When no one is fishing and nothing to lose