Текст песни АПМ - Слева направо

"Posolon"
           
      
…Epsom salt
            on my lips -
bright tears
            my Queen,
and the stars in our
            floating in the clouds
                         from right to left. From right to left

I cut the sky
           dumb question
into "before" and "after"
           shrapnel were:
Do you remember,
           this gray autumn
                   who we are ... What we have become

the wind will cool ...
           and pain and passion.
we are lost
           in this game,
and we scatter
           Deck of cards
                     on silver. On silver

we have time to teach
          lose and fly,
and we usmehnёmsya,
          even if not right -
a hand of midnight
          stumble again
                  from left to right. From left to right…