Текст песни Аудиостихи - Джек, который не строил дом

to the touch - the palm close to me
The sharper hundreds of any knives.

I am Jack, who did not build a house,
I am a house in which Jack will die.

And it will be red marked the day,
When I was able to leave you.

And if life was born in water,
then our feelings are the sands of the desert.

I spoiled my armor myself,
But it is now hard to breathe in it.
I poured into the house forever in July,

And the walls of the house

Covered

lichen.

And who will come short
Wounds wounds, impose a bandage?

I am Jack, who did not build but

I'm jack that you

I loved.

Reads Nikolay Fomenko