Текст песни Аваллон - 3.04.

Midnight has long been passed,
The city is not sleeping yet.
Blue Core Metal
Again in the eyes standing.

Death swept like a cold wind
Walking in sails.
It seems no longer in the world
Does not win fear.

Peter Rastrepan and is decent,
Licking palm like a dog.
I will regret you, my dear,
All this is not seriously!

But in the same moment, I denied boldly,
Thought exposing my own.
Say: "Although we did not hurt,"
"EVERY", - I repeat.

Angel crying, looking from the spire,
Graying his cross hand.
Quietly shoe sparkles keel,
People go home.

Sky climbs me at the gate
Lights with lanterns:
I will try to save you, city
My love strength.