Текст песни Клим Стронский - трупы

In the silence, I hear the noise of dead trees,
pigeon feathers are covered with pus days
and you shall die in sorrow all the latest
karabl swam to the north,

Going over the tape in dusty boxes
we do not ever get old soul,
monotonous life and bright paintings
put on the windowsill in the five-story building,

Khrushchev will go out to all the windows
in free flight will break the head
of concrete walls Russian regions
in an attempt to leave them first

and bare feet on broken bottles of vodka
on sharp creasy banks
We will dance at sunset under pain
coming tomorrow

Swallows fly over the world
until he fell from the toxic smoke soul
and suffocation dreams turn
even someone you need,

cried mangy dogs
shielding her eyes broken legs
At sunrise the spring sun
a blinding flurry of punches
break their ribs,

runned
force the most courageous people in the world
in the hectic days will be necessary to me,
on the blade knives
leaving courage
I will give her needy
I will receive a reward of sails
and place on the deck
float away into hell karabl
we all corpses
Keep anchor
you all the bodies,
Keep anchor