Текст песни красные.огни.крыш. - мертвые сны

The sky is so low .
Kosneshsya sulphurous acid residues ,
And death is near,
Beats pit of my stomach and ribs.

Only the branches of the trees groan ,
But will the hole shot clouds .
We roll down the slope ,
Gathering in a mass of shapeless mounds .

Everything loses its meaning .
Wind will walk the smell of spring .
With your name no pier , no cape ;
Only the unknown , cold and frightening dreams .