Текст песни 25-17 - чтоб уже ни с кем не делить тебя..и не отпускать по утру

25/17 "Bitter mist"

She does not sing and does not drink wine,
War dog goes on the trail,
she is ill...
The dance of the heavenly stellar pairs,
in elegant fingers cooled
a huge ball.
Constellations are not in place,
are people derailed trains,
he's too old ...
On the lips to kiss
and in young orchards of spring -
wreaths, crosses.

She turned to the wall and slept,
He silently in the kitchen ingests alcohol.
Bitter bitter dreams ... fog ...
Broken boat, an empty berth
mermaid on a rock sings sorrow.
Samopovtor ... delusion ...

There can not be an angel of the tail,
and the horse does not fall in love with the whistle of the whip,
burn bridges ...
Hungry horse tracks
rotting fruit, and eat your eyes
purple smoke ...
On the rusty key knocked ancient sign,
where your heart - there's your coffers,
who knew - he knew.
Extinguish the fire, silent shelter,
and only angels sing
last time...

She turned to the wall and slept,
He silently in the kitchen ingests alcohol.
Bitter bitter dreams ... fog ...
Broken boat, an empty berth
mermaid on a rock sings sorrow.
Samopovtor ... delusion ...