жека - Сосны-кедры
текст песни

Behind the prickly snowstorms
Like a prickly wire,
We sat for too long
You don’t burn a tear.
Fucked faces with winds
And the years rolled downhill
Where under the towers and cedars
The best years we stayed.

Pines-cedars
The steps are tired of the stage ...
Falcon, in a flock of raven in a pure sky,
Youth will not return
I would return it to me.

Either with heat, then bad weather,
I flew home mentally
Divided with him not for years -
Sentences and letters,
Becoming weakest wings
Where years everyone has been rolled downhill,
Where under the camp towers
We have stayed for so long.

Pines-cedars
The steps are tired of the stage ...
Falcon, in a flock of raven in a pure sky,
Youth will not return
I would return it to me.

And for a long time I have not been needed,
Obscured on the other side.
Sokolin wings - camps
All come up with crows.
Only years are rolled uphill
And the Black Black Black
Where behind the camp tower
The grass crawls out.

Pines-cedars
The steps are tired of the stage ...
Falcon, in a flock of raven in a pure sky,
Youth will not return
I would return it to me.

Pines-cedars
The steps are tired of the stage ...
Falcon, in a flock of raven in a pure sky,
Youth will not return
I would return it to me.