Текст песни Воскресение - В Ваших Маленьких Домишках

In your little house,
In our old car
Time gently and rhythmically
Gaining strength of thunder.
In my head shaggy
Martian wind howls,
On my rosy cheek
The snow melted last year. And I'll sing for you quietly about my distant star about my land sad about the fate of my hobo, O my love false, O my soul to heaven ...
So, out of wood and stone,
From the water, fire and wind,
Smoke yes ashes in a cage avian,
Two evils - poverty and lust.
And so, from our first tower
Prior to our last battle,
The field of battle had taken refuge
By the summer of yellow flowers. Gorky style spiced lie laziness seasoned labor in vain, in your thoughts godless, lonely in your heart, you forget my words, my love And please ...