Текст песни Мертвий Півень - Вікторія

We fly in a half-sleep from the hanging naked night
Because of the crying lanterns, because of the screams, because of the whispers and howls
And prophetic visions and prophetic eyes and lips,
Extraneous sighs under the umbrella tents.

Secret stained glass windows, sages under the vaults of temples,
In the gilding of the eyelids autumn fatigue of trees,
And the mists of night among us, below us, above us
And the day begins with the openness of our palms.

We fly in a half-sleep from the hanging naked night
Crying lanterns, screaming, whispering, howling
Extraneous sighs ... an umbrella under the tents.