Текст песни Мы на краю зари ели хлеб любви, пили воду из болота, - мы в эпицентре тьмы из могилы мглы вырываем свет...

I miss miss miss the house on the street
I miss miss miss phone number
According to my mother for her son
I am a hard otduplitsya
For a night as any dream
In these dreams, and friends and relatives
They talk as if alive
I am now neither alive nor dead
I am calm moss bog

We are on the brink of dawn ate the bread of love drank water from the swamp
We are in the midst of the darkness of the grave of darkness light tearing
So where do we care to go
Native will try to tolerate
The forecasts are accurate although I could be wrong

I miss miss miss brothers of sisters
I miss miss miss the track, on the pines
On the narrow bed of scarlet dress
And kissing skunk and fall picture

Where are we on the brink of dawn ate the bread of love drank water from the swamp
We are in the midst of the darkness of the grave of darkness light tearing
So where do we care to go
Native will try to tolerate
The forecasts are accurate although I could be wrong

Only in the morning hard otduplitsya
For a night as any dream
In these dreams, and friends and relatives
They talk as if alive
I am now neither alive nor dead
I am calm moss bog
I am calm in the heart of the wind

Forgive me for that I'm sorry for the summer
Forgive me for heaven forgive me for the stars
Forgive me for the stones forgive me for songs
Forgive me for the autumn forgive me for the tears
Forgive me for the cold and the night
I've forgotten but the heart wants to remember remember remember

Where we are on the brink of dawn ate the bread of love drank water from the swamp
We are in the midst of the darkness of the grave of darkness light tearing
So where do we care to go
Native will try to tolerate
The forecasts are accurate as dreams ..