Текст песни Треустье - Правда

True, he was severely
Then Krinice beats, it will rock;
In Khmlya - the hollow furnace -
Flashes with a quick, revealed swords.

As if the smooth, which does not know the day,
Baretty's mouth
Warm drone milk
True - glow in the clouds.

How do not become ashes of lamps,
Blautely - Dead Thin,
So the reverend is truth
Radle, Yako, in a shawl of water ...

According to my cheek, your tear is yours,
Only on the strings exclaimed the gladers.
Quickly, slowly late
The truth will be pain and wounds.

On the corns of tired hands
In the ear, the stupid heart knock,
In those very clear worms,
In the mirrors, yes bags in the morning.

Between the worldly fuss yes, we reulted
Meanwhile, it will throw out
After the drake, and before Sybkayu -
Restless candle in a spoon.