Текст песни Варшавский Черный кофе - Белый ветер

Celebrate until evening, touch lips, not too late,
But it expires minute final outcome is clear.
On the way empty frosty past the cemetery in the dark field,
Against the force of his will and someone will step first after midnight.

Shake the air and anxious occur far outpost,
All that you want, as long as you can every day a beggar rich,
But there far outpost, whether you are a tramp il hero
It is one shroud will cover, shielding all the crimson sunset.

Tomorrow wake ground white wind
Tomorrow will overturn the sky,
Tomorrow pluck once the door off its hinges,
The prophet will descend to the ground.

Celebrate until evening, touch lips, throw coins
But it expires minute memorial preparing the infusion.
We go, we will canoe in summer, when we rejoice fatigue,
After we still have pity for this life arrogantly simple.

Tomorrow wake ground white wind
Tomorrow will overturn the sky,
Tomorrow pluck once the door off its hinges,
The prophet will descend to earth!

soundtrack made July 1, 2015 for the album "Autumn rush"