Текст песни Александр Погольский - Проклятый

Damn

Swam in the sky black flag ,
I dry up the river of stars .
From madness dead enemy
At the end of his blade .
He raised a glass of wine ,
To fill his pain ,
And at the bottom of its moon
He choked with blood.

Chorus:
Damn,
The most cursed fate .
His love of the damned .

And on the branches of a crow
We digested .
God broke my window ,
Consecrated for the last time .
The stars of broken glass
He saw a bright face .
And flying arrow
Exploded death cry .