Текст песни Аукцион - Завтра будет война

Woe to drink to the dregs,
Tomorrow will be a war,
Otpevaya spring
The son went to war.
Night over us, like tea,
Seagull in the sky sorrow,
You do not answer ...

Stars with a thousand stings
Tenaciously held in the paws,
Death circling over the field,
My son is next.
Night over him - like a river,
Seagull in the sky, longing,
Wait until ...

Suddenly, the music thunders,
As sword of granite,
All open door
And we drive to Tver.
Not Tver, but simply Salo
Filled with Christmas tree.
All hidden malice sting
One flies pchёlkoy ...

another moth
Above the tree stalk,
A third fireside,
Fourth shallow,
A fifth climbs a candle
Screams and I and I growl,
Screams and I growl ...