Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Груды Костей.

On the sea , and so what ?
What about the fact that it is not treated within
Do not ever heal anything ,
No, I did not see .

Getting up on a pile of bones of the feet ,
Closing his eyes with his hands,
I would like to smile, pogrom
After all, so I need it , because everything is groaning from the cold .

The shore was deserted ,
People disappeared , and the better it is ,
The precipitate from the resin in the lungs has thickened ,
And he could no longer enjoy its raucous laughter .

Clearing his throat , raised ,
He picks up again on a pile of bones ,
Before his eyes swam , she sank to the bottom of the world ,
Piles of my bones , which crept black snakes.