Текст песни Морена - Хоронили

Runaround go
The circle of lights, lighted us.
Darkness a whitewashed
Infinite words.
Happiness beaten scoring
In the corners, swallowing fire.
And soul intertwined with each other
Like tree branches.
We were in fear for their home
Life and soul without limit.
Without each other on the block,
As the wall before the shooting.
It was hot in the bitter cold,
Closely on seven roads.
Not rich, but also hunger
I do not stay on the doorstep.
In those homes where we circled,
Not counting the days from the nights
Where love and sin.
That's all that happened to us ...

Buried, buried ...
Earth where no darkness, no light.
All were buried.
Put the coins on the eyes.
With roots heartrending
For the idol of freedom.
Buried, buried ...
Years light of faith years.
On the errors and wrongs
We shared his words.
Seven roads we have traveled together,
But forget all forgotten.
We are apart at the edges where earlier
Together we visited.
Buried, buried ...
We are each other's buried.
In those homes where we circled
Not counting the days from the nights
Where love and sin.
That's all that happened to us.