Торба-на-Круче / Torba-na-Kruche - Hieroglyph / Иероглиф

~* Hieroglyph *~ My name is an effaced Hieroglyph, My clothes are patched by the wind. What am I carrying in my squeezed hands? - No one will ask me, and I’ll not answer. And as it is before a battle, A decisive battle, I stand at every intersection. Across the asphalt sea I see my seashore And its blue placer deposit. To all the questions I’ll burst out laughing quietly. There will be no any answers to all the questions, Because my name is Hieroglyph,