Текст песни Колір Ночі - Слинопад

Let those who close their eyes close
What they don't want to see
Directing fire against the sun ...
Where they cry reluctantly,
Where the stone grinds water,
The sun is like a throat between people's palms.

The sun is not a problem, it will die someday,
No problem at all, no one is to blame.
Tears - not water, tears wash,
Mother of a young young son.

Will still be alive around the world to play,
They will have time to grow old,
Autumn fire will light flowers,
That by spring there was something to live.

Who laughs, and who cries,
Who jumps on our backs ..
Saliva falls from torn mouths ..
The white world is gone,
Everyone is rowing and they have little,
More like unmilked cows.