Текст песни П.о.С.Т. - Ночная гостья

Oblique flow of flies in the face
The wind beats like a whip
Fate took me into the ring
Cooking fight to the death

I 'm not afraid of hitting the forehead
But death is not in vain laughs
Kohl brought with them a coffin
It will achieve its

It is insidious and crafty
Night This guest
Have time to cool down until the morning
immovable bones

I 'm not afraid of hitting the forehead
But death is not in vain laughs
Kohl brought a coffin
It will achieve its

Where is the line life death
Where can I find the answer
Where is the line where the limit
What awaits the darkness or the light

His cold hand
She stabbed in the back
And the eternal find peace
I leave this world