Текст песни Лихолесье - ...и махнул рукой

Splashed the word reflection, spilled into puddles
He looked at himself and scribbled on a sheet of parallel.
And only a song always sticks out the bones out
From the space of continuous false ceilings and loops.
As fathers were not able to come back alive from the battle
Behind Moscow forever, but for us in the burn bridges.
We are afraid of themselves and each other are conducting under escort
And only in bruises flags in krovostёkah sickles.

Lock the door on the night, cross hammer box
So as not to see who went and waved.
While adhering dust, who we are, who we were
Spread wings of a flock of me.

And with manna fly beneath the sky stones
So pour again, and then another one for the road.
At the February window shutters slam suspicious
And the creaking floorboards, so someone somewhere has gone.
But Toli sheep tremble, felts with fat rage wolves
Mutual right to remain a moment.
In the morning, still wheezing cocks, but only in their little use
Fume drunken Babylons stands on the Neva.

Lock the door on the night, cross hammer box
So as not to see who went and waved.
While adhering dust, who we are, who we were
Spread wings of a flock of me.