Текст песни 90 Бумер - Над тайгой

Here on the rails wheels knock,
Taiga youngsters are carrying
Boys behind bars do not sleep
About fate sing your quiet,

Fly moths over Taiga,
Like hundreds of ruined destinies
And not a camp, not a dormant can
There is no one, only the Lord judges quietly.

Rain on the droplets beats about the glass,
But on the droplets you can understand
What a moths look at the will,
But it does not see it in the dark.

Fly moths over Taiga,
Like hundreds of ruined destinies
And not a camp, not a dormant can
There is no one, only the Lord judges quietly.

Somewhere the disco ring
And girls come to the movies,
Only sorry for the guys,
For which, in the lattice window.

Fly moths over Taiga,
Like hundreds of ruined destinies
And not a camp, not a dormant can
There is no one, only the Lord judges quietly.