Текст песни АК - Черные волки

Black Wolves Forest Inspectors
In the night book open a string
They know that not everyone will return
But get up on your trail
Black wolves, servants of lights
Incidentally, let the gnomes throw a bone
Silent shadow of respectable days
Flesh from the flesh Your Stone Guest
Hey you, knights plane
Monsters of gag and mouths
Your fear in velvet cavity
Protection from Squares
But the wind is the trop of long basements
Focused moisture melted ice
Gulko takes our rhythm into the stuffy halls, our anthem
My strings are my pain. My winds my free
My notes are my role. My cry is my word.
My walls is my scum.
Your heart is my passion.
My truth is my power. My bread is malicious!
Black wolves, winds of winds
They are familiar with the breath of Typhins and the calm
Their hope in the fire of the new bonfire
In our faith who are opposed to scrap
Wolf light detonator for pink lenses
Begins split infrared night
Again behind the fan blood shelters peacock
So fear away, night away
My strings are my pain. My winds my free
My notes are my role. My cry is my word.
My walls is my scum.
Your heart is my passion.
My truth is my power. My bread is malicious! .