Текст песни аНДРЕЙ жАБИН - Сумрачная Река

AM, F, C, G
23:24 18.10.2001

Sore wind
Ashes meetings
Over the black gloomy river
Much easier
Squeeze all
What to fight with yourself.

Doubt away
Let it burn
I no longer regret something
Gray night,
I will forgive me
We have long been right with her.

Blind tremor
Cold rain,
To me to feed my hand to the moon,
But no wings,
And there is no takeoff,
I am accepted by a gloomy river.

And in the sky black
Like my soul
Thoughted lanterns burned
And in the sky stars,
And in hand candle,
Gori, I ask you, burn!