Текст песни Алексей Петров - Девушка и смерть

It struck eight and everyone woke up
And the laughter of children sips is pouring,
But I'm moody, I go slouching,
I have a terrible dream every night.

There's a sick girl and death in a stuffy room
They play chess on who to sing with happiness,
Who smolder in damp earth and in a wooden sundress ...

And this morning is no better than before
At home, half-asleep minced meat was burnt,
And millions of two-legged sinners
Gaining strength, they continued their march.

And in a stuffy room, a sick girl and death
They play chess for someone to sing with happiness,
Who smolder in damp earth and in a wooden sundress ...

The one who made everything so crooked
I will grind in the millstones of my palm,
And then I'll sit on the edge of the cliff
And I will whisper in the ear of the wind:

"You take me to where the girl and death are
They play chess on who to sing with happiness,
Who smolder in damp earth and in a wooden sundress ...