Текст песни Максим Крижевский - День догорал дотла

The day was burning to ashes

The day was burning to the ground and blew the fire
In short I do not know how it was until now
But he rustled the reeds and gun on the wall
In the corner of the mouse numb was a breeze through the window

Falcons seem yellow fog October
And there is no one waiting light
How much rain you face vytrepal hands on the glass
And no tears at the window

As the ice in the furnace burning in the eyes cloud
So scary creaking door do not look back
There would be a bold pain when used for the cause howling
And the snow crunched like salt and how to live well tolerated

As cheerlessly blinking mole wires
There where only a shadow of mystery
Where is the night of the camp drove dumb herd
Dawn over the edge
During the warm dawn over the edge

And the pillars covered with snow but the brother did not get along
What I was left forgotten graves of past awards
Trail running ragged shadow tail
And the stars to his knees and crawled clouds

Scour the trail to the bottom and then
There is no one waiting light
Blinking boils wind crackled glass
And no tears at the window

Ran stubborn hour which year
As if not for us to wade halfway
Flowers bloomed for entrance yes flourished in the fog
Tosca bayonet in the belly under the head of the pocket

Torn hole in the footsteps of the meager steps
Melted shadow secrets
Where credibility steppe beasts
During the warm dawn over the edge

Do not call as they are all barking nightingale
Trembling mushroom honor but it does not dignify
And how not to learn not to wait will forget
As rooks will fly so fly again
The door and guarded night and day
So he lived trampled wet snow
Stoked rye gold stumps in snow dust
Ila large rivers