Tracktor Bowling - Ради Чего
текст песни

And the soul hurts
From the sky is black
And a little audible
Death breathes nearby

Flame of faith goes out in the wind
And Nadezhda died in the morning
Having survived love at midnight
To cut off this thread is easiest
But it is more difficult to understand for what?

And in the morning snow fell from the sky
As if the ashes of someone's cigarette
The white powder covered at home
It would always be and will always be:
And winter will come without you!

To tear this thread is easiest
To tear this thread is easiest
But it is more difficult to understand for what?
For what?