Вадим Фомин - строки
текст песни

lines full of pain
suppressed, torn in Korce
lines leading around the field
away from the light, in the cold of the winter night

lines passing on the hole
to death without discarding shadows
Lines ... like broken ... like bends
Lines ... like self -denial

Lines ... through the soul ... dead zone
Through love - cynical mockery
With a lies ... unnecessary ... unforgettable
With lust and mud interspersed

Lines ... cities ... names
surrendered echoing in the hearts of knocking
Lines ... like a barrier between us
again conduct a road of separation

drunk cry
Lines ... the third year away from the house
Lines ... twilight of an empty bar
light of lights and airfield noise

All that was not in vain
poison ... pus ... bursting abscess
Lines ... do not burn, but do not go out
Lines ... are not dead, but not alive

Happiness ... Joy of cut off ears
The life of dry sources
Sun ... Light ... but on the threshold autumn
Memory ... pain ... senseless lines

bitterness ... loneliness ... non -faith
in the living is carved by steel
Lines ... like locked doors
Lines ... black