Текст песни Илья Сойер - Плавить зиму

You build a wall on the roof of the skyscraper ,
 Reduce the degree of fiery vodka
 I yell out the window , tearing the throat ,
 That life for me - something short.

 Us chasing the past
 Carefully , mean, on the road .
 I hate vulgar passers
 And throwing stones at their vile faces.

 Let the will of the snowy lightning
 Fill your hearts with warm symphony
 Saves them from freezing agony.
 Not so terrible Babylonian spears .

 A heart burns and melts the winter,
 Choked to these robbers .
 I'm ready to go under the guillotine ,
 Just to make you see .