Текст песни Абвиотура - Сверчок

CRICKET

Behind the sovereign cricket does not sing, but crying
Quieter, quieter, fool, know your sixth
Over the window, someone glows sickly blind
Reflects a muddy look with a light candle

Someone rains knocks on a boardwalk
Someone howls the spell in the chimney
Someone fucking pulls out, will carry, do not youlit
What the seven castles you buried in ourselves

Do not catch up, you will not save, you will not find a response
All traces of marks under the gray
Hid, quiet, hid up to dawn
Only the moon is bragged with century-old lodge

Do not understand, do not guess where the trouble is hiding
Where straw to raise, and where to look for the end
True, as a Spring of Chista: does not dry, not curves
All that is not for the better, and comes true

© Pavel Lapigin