Текст песни Би-2 - Это время, незажженное солнцем

Gone wolves in the optical sight
And everything about everything, your shot at random
widow's child woke up in the night,
The fate of the bullet labeled hides

This time, not lit by the sun
This time, not lit by the sun
This time, not lit by the sun

On the smell of blood, as if by accept
It does not matter who put it on,
When you live on the prohibition of the line,
Code can not remember all those who left

This time, not lit by the sun
This time, not lit by the sun
This time, not lit by the sun

Dire straits
These ships to the bottom will never go
Dire straits
With these ships never leave the rat
Dire straits...

It would seem, outlined in chalk,
We look unblinkingly at each other
crazy shooting game ends
And here and there - all the same wolf pack

This time, not lit by the sun
This time, not lit by the sun
This time, not lit by the sun

Dire straits
These ships to the bottom will never go
Dire straits
With these ships never leave the rat

Dire straits
These ships to the bottom will never go
Dire straits
With these ships never leave the rat
Dire straits...