Текст песни Сурков - Песня решившего стать святым

lead sorrowful from the south from the west
in bird beaks in claws are brought
captured the sun is bright
the stars were executed from the terrible sky

and lie in a dusty room
stacks in the corners along the skirting boards
and there is no trouble or nest around
no rags, no piety

oh oh oh oh oh leave me I want to be a saint too
oh oh oh oh maybe it will be possible to collect your nails in the palm
oh oh oh oh to feel the emptiness of unusual pictures
oh oh oh oh I'll scrape the hollow fire off the altars