Текст песни Никита Шпанько - Тысячи чертей

If thousands of devils
gather in one point,
breaker is and shall blow,
it will only be a part of
of the strong bad weather,
I learned that from you.

Regardless, like a dream,
changeable as the wind,
good as the white light ...
"I love you, devil!" -
Now all your tricks
my only answer.

Chorus:
People walk on the ground.
Devils dance on the ashes.
Each tries to claw
in one`s body to the blood.

Forty thousand years ago
someone was wrong,
creating the human race -
the pursuit of a coin
our poor planet
She lost her mind.

I had not seen it all
and the silence retire
by filthy vanity,
But the star guiding,
then hot, then cold,
you left for me.

Chorus.

If thousands of devils
gather in one point,
breaker is and shall blow,
it will only be a part of
of the strong bad weather,
I learned that from you.