Текст песни хайдеггержив - Сгореть дотла

Again, you can not burn down -
I was forbidden to Friday,
I yesterday, but yesterday,
Now, what's the difference?

I was torn apart
And I'm not in your power.
All suggestive shadows
The moon rose.
Burned cacophony Schnittke,
My poetry scrolls.
None of my strength, but I shout:
& quot; Do not get me & quot ;.

Any of us Caliph for an hour -
I arose and disappeared without a trace,
I yesterday, so yesterday -
Another nonsense.

I was torn apart
And I'm not in your power.
All suggestive shadows
The moon rose.
Burned cacophony Schnittke,
My poetry scrolls.
None of my strength, but I whisper:
& quot; Do not get me & quot ;.

And in a circle around the sun
In the golden prison.
It is nice and cool.
Well, what on earth?

I was torn apart
And I'm not in your power.
All suggestive shadows
The moon rose.
Burned cacophony Schnittke,
My poetry scrolls.
None of my strength, but I shout:
& quot; Do not get me & quot ;.

I was torn apart
And I'm not in your power.
All suggestive shadows
The moon rose.
Burned cacophony Schnittke,
My poetry scrolls.
None of my strength, but I whisper:
& quot; I'm sorry & quot ;.