Текст песни Скрябiн - До смерті і довше

Those stairs , trees,
Stones paint itself,
What a pity no howling
Never syuda went.
a sea of blood
With salt you came alone,
Under the sun and sky of summer,
As the cursed son.
Painted in black and white
His words
Do not have anything -
So your life.

Chorus:
A fly , fly
To death and more.
No one here does not seek ,
Who was he gone already.
Highly yourself fly
Death and longer
No one picks up
No one is willing .

A bottom hurriedly between us
Wall wall
I would htiv toboyu of the same
I can go.

Chorus.