Текст песни Илья Черт - Зараза весна

Lost Spring
With poetry book,
Arose or the crack of dawn to look for,
The sun glanced off the roofs,
I knocked on the window,
City of a thousand lions passed.
What keeps me here?
Yes, nothing at all:
The pain of the soul but your breath.

Tears puddles in the courts
The voice of the dark water
Doors wide open to the worlds and smoke.

Woke my blood again, she
Narodna girl red,
Love - Infection - Spring.
Love - Infection - Spring.
Love - Splinter - Spring.
Love - Infection - Spring.

What do leave yourself?
Sun glare from windows,
From the words of the notebook spring.

I am happy and I'm wrong
As a survivor of the war
FICO its winter show.

Woke my blood again, she
Narodna girl red,
Love - Infection - Spring.
Love - Infection - Spring.
Love - Splinter - Spring.
Love - Infection - Spring.

We miraculously survived two grubby sparrow
Sit yourself in disbelief and barely breathe,
Yes lumbered into the unknown,
It goes to the time of swearing in February.