Текст песни Александр Балашов - Сверхновая

Grozny calm hubs
and we are not sweet, but not sour
and rub in the skin the sun
We are not close yet, but how much?

either seven hundred or three hundred
It remains to wait. We are not written
Calendar yesterday. Overdue
Our names and regulations

Insert into envelopes leaflets
Feathers are ready - sharpened

Fly pigeons string
All in us settings
Lost guidebook
Move through the Nativity

Quietly erased by history
Implining, the founding new
still play in pre-re-mi
Enough to treat us conversations

Remember endless sea
and somewhere the supernova will explode