Текст песни Putorana - Плед

From under a thin coat
Wind blew soul.
Control of heaven
We are covered with alleys.

Hugging the batteries
Dreams managed to fly into the pipe.
In the morning the breakfasts have cooled
Very cold we lived.

etc.
Where autumn is, my house is there
Wrap a warm plaid,
Save those who freeze under the bridge.

Where autumn is, my house is there
Turn your faces
To those who are wounded and to the murderers ...

We walked in the same rain
Five streets separated us.
Collected bit by bit
Us lost birds.

Feelings of cold and thirst
Everyone wears under clothes.
Once again, the soul leaves with the wind
Linger if not with anyone.

etc.
Where autumn is, my house is there
Wrap warm bread
Reach out to those who die overboard

Where autumn is, my house is there
I will fly to you with a bird
I will not dream of land.