Текст песни Тени на площади - Буря

For the third day the rains pour,
And our, god damn, ships
For the third month did not reach the ground.
Our God damn, ships ...

And the sky, explosions, laughs at us.
And leads in circles, and leads the community.
Rotten planks creak underfoot.
Rats dive overboard ...

Our course, as before, through the deck gnashing ...
We lose hope. We lose hope ...
Our policy is unchanged for the third month.
We lose hope. We lose hope ...

And the waves, one after another, inevitably
Try to throw in boiling abyss.
Plucks from the lips of billions of drops
Exhausted fresh breath of ...

And the time - flap in the matter of ship -
Trembles under satanelogo moan of the wind.
Mangy mast aspen tree
Trembles under satanelogo moan of the wind.

I believe in the free communes of Castile,
We remember the young and blooming.
The melodies night otolyutsya wave
Reviving the names ...