ночная лента - Капканы
текст песни

And thought - a pulling resin
She scored the walls of the hut
The carbon monoxide accumulated
And went out
Bonfire

And from the trees only a shadow
Crawled along a stone ridge
She clogged somewhere in a blood clot
Over the fault, Mowy

And here they are the traps of my Altai
Here they are the traps of my Altai, mother
And here they are the traps of my Altai
Here they are the traps of my Altai, mother

Let my soul color gray
I washed with powder, so I faded
May my soul be proud
And let it be a proud bird
Let the broken -down deltaplane
Let it be painted on crumpled pages
I will not give anyone

And here they are the traps of my Altai
Here they are the traps of my Altai, mother
And here they are the traps of my Altai
Here they are the traps of my Altai, mother