Текст песни Azgard - Ікона

Stone in hand, hops in heads
- Beat him bitch! Brainstorming!
And my grandfather, gray, old.
Slid to the asphalt. Beat his brother!
Snow swept the old yard.
Night. Frost beats, wheezing subsides.
In the Dark House, the Icon Museum,
No one saved,
When a visitor grandson came
Drunk, with his Kent
- Grandpa! Pour us over a hundred !!
We still need some money,
Come on - and we'll go.
In the dark hut time stopped
When my grandfather quietly refused,
I won't give you anything.
Together they dragged him into the yard
Joy of the sky
In the eyes of a little boy happiness
It breaks into laughter.
And barefoot, with my grandfather's arm,
He opened the unknown world
Together.
Fairy tales are broken by poverty and pain
Deaf kick.
The stone fell out of his hands.
It was snowing wheezing.