Текст песни Забытая Память - На точках мака

Behind a crack in the glass, I scream and fly on poppy dots.
And grabbing the pain in the broom
The dog rubs its head in silence.

Just don't grab the rain of the drunkard-September with your sleeve ...

Anyway, behind the red leaves, a gray sky and lightning flows.
And they get an order for mountain water for filling it out.

Only do not hold the knife of ripe moons with your lips ...

From a tongue of flame in the center of eternity
Deeds grow in tin,
Like soldiers, we carelessly dive into the fire naked.