Текст песни Экипаж - Письмецо

The gray sky burns
Mina exploded sunset.
Above the planchette sighs
Death labeled commander.
With the battle we went out of the captivity,
And without strength fell to the grass,
At the edge of the universe
In my thoughts I'll call.

Chorus:
Tired bird
Our smoldering campfire,
Throwing sparks into the face.
And let the dream
Thy holy lashes
My simple without words ...
Letter. Letter.
Letter.

How much should I spend on the road
Evil and fear meant?
We are not angels, not gods,
And for all of us agreed.
But the wounded, beaten,
At the peak of the fate of the dirty,
Again, tracer stitched,
I appeal to you only.

Chorus.