Текст песни Константин Кинчев и группа АлисА - Без Креста

The structure of precipice yes forest river
Remember the smoke becomes a bonfire .
As a pillar one for the ages ,
Yes shun chore thousand.
Sweet wormwood knew Swan ,
Like dawns , thwarted dreams .
Taught by treacherous ice
Yes nomadic flogged in the fields.

Kuta gray velvet fog
Milky Way on the lakes drowned ,
When has extended edges Ataman
From the Urals to the South Kuril Islands .
Dispersed the cloud Khmara
Above the ground , which gathered in one .
East raised altar ,
Yes chopped west window.

And now let anger arrogance ,
Each brother himself .
We like rotten slurry
Flood crushes a roll .
And the memory confuses hops
Trin- grass like bush.
And only death is all parallel
In life without a cross .

One in three is not dead and not alive,
Every fifth feats beast .
Not completed and nedolyubili ,
Dolby foreheads closed door.
Yes owed ​​share sworn
& quot; What should we do , and who is to blame ? & quot ;,
All we dance on fire with fire,
Burning everything around .

Where malice arrogance ,
Each brother himself .
We like rotten slurry
Flood crushes a roll .
And the memory confuses hops
Trin- grass like bush.
And only death is all parallel
In life without a cross .

Pokrovka . 04.06.2002