Текст песни Алиса - Трын-травой, как с куста

The structure of precipice yes forest river
Remember the smoke becomes a bonfire.
As a pillar one for the ages,
Yes shun chore thousand.
Sweet wormwood knew Swan,
Like dawns, thwarted dreams.
Taught by treacherous ice
Yes nomadic flogged in the fields.

Kuta gray velvet fog
Milky Way on the lakes drowned,
When has extended edges Ataman
From the Urals to the South Kuril Islands.
Dispersed the cloud Khmara
Above the ground, which gathered in one.
East raised altar,
Yes chopped west window.

And now let anger arrogance,
Each brother himself.
We like rotten slurry
Flood crushes a roll.
And the memory confuses hops
Trin-grass like bush.
And only death is all parallel
In life without a cross.

One in three is not dead and not alive,
Every fifth feats beast.
Not completed and nedolyubili,
Dolby foreheads closed door.
Yes owed share sworn
& Quot; What should we do, and who is to blame? & Quot ;,
All we dance on fire with fire,
Burning everything around.

Where malice arrogance,
Each brother himself.
We like rotten slurry
Flood crushes a roll.
And the memory confuses hops
Trin-grass like bush.
And only death is all parallel
In life without a cross.

Pokrovka. 04.06.2002