Текст песни Сруб - После Гроз

I am a night where
quiet sleeps
fire

You where day
sharpening his sword
for me.

It is where the temple
Bel heat
From censers .

You where din,
At the table
Pier bodies.

After the Storm
Shyness and shame
Jealousy and anger
Yes, a bit cold insults
violently
The rivers empty threats
After thunderstorms .