Текст песни FRAM - Эпилог

It will be again under the skies of February,
But stricter and stones in the road ,
The five lines of our obituaries
In captivity charred pages
as well as the night, and the poplar , and the city ,
where everyone will be able to call
your name a secret idiom birds.

And the first spring time
wine will smell and smoke.
And all that was - and be loved ,
only song in the arms of the wind
entailing the ghosts and memories of spring.