Текст песни Алиса - Повелитель блох

Sky white tuft pulled out of the blue,
Stars seine drags a sleepy fisherman
Morning red swept fires
Tears fall of sober revelers.

From crybaby-grass cut crosses,
Instead of crumbs to the heart of the earth laid asphalt.
In large water returning from the war,
Yes, in a sorrowful days commemorated soldiers.

Chorus:
Step on the blade of the knife with blood trail bakes.
Rises slowly to the forty troubles one answer.
With every gesture tolshe thread every day clearer code.
Do not save, do not bury those executed people.

But the new custom savior again rubs for the light path.
But where is the damn detonator to close this path?
Who would dare to be payback for my land shame?
No such but only the legions again climb into the cards.

And we are silent but still can not understand,
As it so happened that all of us have taken by surprise.
We know life, we could play it,
And now wandered for Master Flea.

Chorus:
Step on the blade of the knife with blood trail bakes.
Rises slowly to the forty troubles one answer.
With every gesture tolshe thread every day clearer code.
Do not save, do not bury those executed people.

But the new custom savior again rubs for the light path.
But where is the damn detonator to close this path?
Who would dare to be payback for my land shame?
No such but only the legions again climb into the cards.

Chorus:
Step on the blade of the knife with blood trail bakes.
Rises slowly to the forty troubles one answer.
With every gesture tolshe thread every day clearer code.
Do not save, do not bury those executed people.

But the new custom savior again rubs for the light path.
But where is the damn detonator to close this path?
Who would dare to be payback for my land shame?
No such but only the legions again climb into the cards.