Текст песни Вадим Курылёв - Асфальтовый Ветер

Ignite Momentum sparkling bonfires
Stele on marble camp
Awakened by dreams migratory
Under a cloudy sky, Stand still
Swim like a cloud of clay
Rows rusting oarlocks
At the crossroads of the city wind
At the bend of a dark eternity.

Asphalt wind
swinging bridges
Granite sky
With centuries on you
And falling stars
In late snow
Asphalt wind
gasoline rivers

Get out of the mists clear
Leaving the body to the slaughter
With non-healing wounds
For the soul to a secret rendezvous
Words dropping guillotines
On the streets of chilled limbs
Blow up blocks of ice petrol
On the banks of flowering eternity

CHORUS:

Swallowing the smell of gasoline
Eyes full of dreams
On a gray walls asphalt temples
Flocked to the faces of the gods
And it falls drop by drop
It lays down the sidewalk
And soon, with the roof of the last house
It'll do the city tan