Ночь - 5 пограничных состояний
текст песни

Five border states
Screaming and pain of farewells
Spit with drafts in the first snow.
Fallen a happy man.

Without victories and defeats
Only carcass and fear of doubt
This is all that we are left here.
We had fire, but all came out.

Five border states
Black rag in the wind
You will recognize us in the crowd right away
On a happy face
The bruises of the ears are broken
The skin is worn out for wear
Smoke in the vestibule train
What is going downhill

On the floor on the move
We were poured cursed
We were in the truth of a bitter essence
From wine at the bottom of the glass mud

Time rides past the days
Was it otherwise
But there was a ticket somewhere in the past
And is about to leave the train extinguishing light

Five border states
Black rag in the wind
You will recognize us in the crowd right away
On a happy face
The bruises of the ears are broken
The skin is worn out for wear
Smoke in the vestibule train
What is going downhill

The song burns on three yard
On simple on non -index
Will tear out the soul with giblets from the depths
Here in the kitchen at the table you are not alone
Here in the kitchen at the table you are not alone
Here in the kitchen at the table you are not alone ...