Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - На деревянной пристани держатся люди за руки

Golf is my groundless
His land is not plowed
Life is not over
Before the edge of fearful

Blade sharp lightning
Livni mixed with blood
On a desert island
Rove koschei with leshimi

My faith is not broken
Secrets of the melt with incense
My soul is not fed
Vultures instead of falling

Beach boats pray
Death is a purely personal matter
Are all the tunes locks
Will open keys violin

Above the cloud crossing
Ash, toxins, soot
We took shaved youths
Chorus sang the preaching

Sees clean clean
Because so far in the twilight
On the wooden pier
Hold people's hands