Текст песни Наталья Маркова - Мёртвым лесом

The album "In September" (live 20.9.1992, Moscow)

Passed by the red sun on a white day
We ran past dark stars at night
Hiding in the wing of a beaten bird
The wind didn’t bring the living forest to the dead forest

Led the path deep into the blue river
In the depths rang-sang, screamed-called
Hot monument to the fire of the fallen candle
Rose in the morning to the sky, did not find her eyes

Freaks disappear with staves
Wells dry along the roads
Wolves eat a gravy by eating
Heaven decided to drown on the great river

Flocks of birds rushed from a mountain stream
Buried from the path to the dense forest
Pray and go to the gates of paradise
Fools smiling, dying

Passed by the red sun on a dark night
We ran past dark stars on a dark day
Hiding in the wing of a beaten bird
The wind didn’t bring the living forest to the dead forest