Текст песни Алиса - Горько

Mosses Kuta unsteady step
Heather blue in dry forest,
Where wandered all night soul
Yes beat yourself up in the morning,
That the desire to spread out,
By the mortar got on the pomelo,
According eyes buried in the mud
Out of desperation, all the luck.

Bitter
 cloudy to answer,
Where
 see yourself in the face.
Frightfully
 utter - There is no death!
Kohl on
 her finger ring.

Trimmed with clouds
Pale pink muslin.
From far, far up,
Sky breathes damp earth,
And worries lights distance,
What, like candles, stirs the forest.
Flies soul-sorrow
Bird brimstone smoke in the sky.

When the shadow become a spirit,
When the flame becomes gaze,
At the dawn keep silent cock
Taking the dawn of a reproach.
Calm down crying fear
Dissolve in love wine
And Ott soul in tears,
Realizing that it is easier.

17.01.2007. Pokrovka