Текст песни Асимметрия - Красная роса

Red dew fell on the field,
Spreading gray smoke from the fires.
Those who batted eyes - not crying,
What are they up to the living dead.
Sun over tucheyu,
Time viscous ...
Thinned resistant Men
Joy died, but hope
Something Weather die.

Different road to perdition
Led dashing fellows.
Various roads, but the feat
Completed their way in the end.
Henceforth, and in time
I swear on the stirrup
Do not call together such a host.
Joy died, but hope
Something Weather die.

Many sat glorious death for the honor -
Their names and hour no call.
Fallen anonymous for ever to find,
It would be only the songs who compose.
Seagulls over the city,
Like the crows,
Silyatsya self-fulfilling prophecy.

Joy died, but hope
Something Weather die.

Wind pitiful howl over mounds,
in tombs time sleeping,
Joy died, but whether early?
Who we, brothers, sing ban?
Hide the tears on her cheeks,
Most young days
Remember how rubilisya old days.
Sorrows do not count, but there is hope ...
So what are you sad, Your Majesty?