Текст песни Ольга Волоцкая - Jam - Черный Легион

Dust crumbled from our hands
From our eyes the shadow fled
We are your ghosts of trouble
We are where they are waiting for bad news

And those who look into our eyes
Low morning dewy
Today is dark princes
And tomorrow we take a fight

And again the city got up the wall
We pass the street of rain
We do not come to your home
In the burnt house it is impossible to live

Black with flame glass
Tremble at the tip of the needle
We are not lucky again
We erased the rules of the game

And on sand mirrors
Melts blue water
And those of us who have seen fear
Gone without sighing nowhere

Steps black legion
Through bridge and bridges

Well, you're just a dream
And the list of crumpled sheets