Текст песни Антон Коста - Волхов

Fog over the city, woke up streets
Weather frowning, roads will narrow
What good to me to take a memory
Again under the views without understanding

And from the station, to the clinic
We are all wanderers, we are all prisoners

And shout in the middle of any city
What are we from Volkhov! (x2)

Baracks in the flame, and we will get
The rains are eternal, and the light only seems.
What good to me to take a memory
Either soulless or traitors

And from the station, to the clinic
We are all wanderers, we are all prisoners

And shout in the middle of any city
What are we from Volkhov! (x4)