Текст песни Александр Смогул - Под вечер к рассвету, в табачном дыму

In the evening, at dawn
In tobacco smoke,
Barely conscious of the reality,
People in a strange house,
Where own words
Triviality.

I left the room away
In the kitchen, both in the hole tartare,
Where a sinner,
Thrown into the night,
I was waiting for the guitar.

Well, hello, my thrown cry,
I raised the feast over,
My seven-headed double,
I razyal soul on the spectrum!

Tell me, why can not
Rejecting tricks moshenstva
Like a shadow on the snow, on the run
Achieving simplicity of perfection!

Tell me, do forever
Given the test of hell
Where is the truth turns from age,
Do not come into contact with the eyes!

Why is your neck Gothic,
Iron locked in my voice,
Soars as a spread-eagle vulture
The world over in a flash, over the abyss?

And the sound of a string of executions,
Frenzy taking the bliss
As if I did not, and she
Unable to reach perfection.