Текст песни Штиль - Сходим с ума

Calm, the wind is silent,
Fell white seagull to the bottom
Calm, our ship is forgotten
Alone in the world, held down by a dream
Between all times without names and faces,
We do not expect to wake up a breeze
Calm, kooky
The heat, the smell of black resin,
Death alone is needed
And we, we get home!
his flesh and blood again saturate us
And for his death maybe God will reward!

What awaits us? Sea remain silent
Thirst live dries the heart to the bottom
Only life is not worth anything,
The Lives of Others, but not your

No, the thunder burst from the heavens,
When we drank blood like wild beasts
But it became unbearable brilliance
Cross that we call Southern
And a wave rose in the last moment,
And there was a cry: "Land ahead!"

What awaits us? Sea remain silent
Thirst live dries the heart to the bottom
Only life is not worth anything,
The Lives of Others, but not your