Текст песни Илья Черт - Вереск безлюдных площадей

Heather unpopulated areas
Icy tarmac yes Glass
pereslozhit not their destiny
not rewrite your name

And whining war on the porch
Windows sockets howls forty days
In the city of my ball rolled
Only Heather deserted ploschadey- 2 times

Grey sky sheets
Sweetly sleeping beneath them in boots
Those in favor of the death on the night was sent
Who's back with her legs on the left

The war cries on the porch
Beats Baska on the door
Rozhoy in front of her
And around any DIG, softly rustling

Heather unpopulated areas

Heather unpopulated areas
Liner in the dust lying words
Do not forget the blood of the road to the house
Shoulder knock the door but leave in the forest

And hurry war on porch
No not save their bones
It remains her ashes but ashes

Yes heather unpopulated areas