Текст песни Георгий Николаенко - Друзьям

I built from the bones of the museum
A museum in the dust of my friends ...
And sleep will not fire their former eyes ,
They are there in a handful of special forces

And though in paradise , and maybe in hell
I am a soul on their loyalty to find .
And their conscience on green birches ,
And their longing for the Wave roses .

Voyna- delirium
The pain at all!
On mir..Na fools
Only in the land
Free from the shackles

And I will build your house out of the lead ,
To see the reflection of every person .
All as living only on the wall
But they are still with me.

When I live
And in this grace.
I never let them
I can not betray him.

Voyna- nonsense ...