Текст песни EIGHTH SUN--------- - НЕТ

Black sky, the black flag,
Black pants, black jacket.
Still, someone will be with us,
Someone can not leave just like that.

Still, someone will not be treated
And develop immunity.
Someone will change, but not easy,
And do not change the black color.

Black - it's not absolutely,
It's not mourning, and not a war.
Black - it's just comfortable,
Night dirt barely visible.

Chernoe- is fire cigarette
Stars, porches, windows lights,
Music of the Night of the past summer.
It is on the streets of our steps.

Black - it's like a smell,
This blood genetic code.
There is in it something of a knight in armor,
The one on the mill with the battle goes.

When you get tired of that light,
Gentle colors, generally from everything
Listen to our black.
Maybe you'll hear it.