Текст песни RS - Голос заброшенных мест

There is no place to live,
It does not set foot "other"
Here reign the cold and darkness,
But there is one small part of life.

Echoed any word
Legends rumors,
Do not deliver the holy akathist
The voice of the abandoned places.

Here the sun's rays do not sanctify through the clouds,
It be- unbearable torment,
You do not hear the laughter of children,
Even whispers of strangers.

Apartments forgotten - the ruins,
Kindergartens are filled up, broken down,
In black churches broken cross.
The voice of the abandoned places.

Here, the dead light weakly beating through the windows,
It sounds like nothing,
It is terrible even to make a move
Looking at this forgotten darkness.

Every rustle, and not himself,
Imagination draws the past into the soul,
I want to believe that the fate he has
The voice of the abandoned places.