Текст песни Александр Коперник - Фауст

Put a candle for me
I drive in the opposite lane, at full speed,
In whom the pocket kraken of crooked retorts
Retaining forces for the bit
Drives into the night -
And don't you look back
Close your eyes to the great smooth
Cover yourself with the pomegranate formula
For which the blizzard has brought paths.

Put a candle for me
I'm flying to the beat of my heart at the prison door
Fanning the yoke
And as a boiler I merge from end to end,
I'm boiling -
And don't count the losses!
There is only hell in the new house of Faust,
He, starting with him, goes back,
Back to Faust's house, in numbers.

Put a candle for me!
I want to skimp on all the windows.
For you I was forever alone
But it's always gone. And now the tractor
Drives into the night -
And you blast the tubes,
Become a mountain faithful to Sisyphus, like a dog,
Become a colt spring, howl a bird swarm
And appoint the number of prayer ahead.

And into it
Put a candle for me. Put it on.
Put a candle for me. Put ...