Текст песни Команданте - Рассветная песнь

Seven faces hung under the lilac sky
We'll dress for the worn August.
And in my palms the memory of a thousand bodies,
White grasses rustle down my legs.
The walls are full of moisture, the clouds follow me,
So the autumn waters are crying.
Lift your face and in the smoke until dawn
Look back on the way and - freedom.
There is not enough heaven and there is no time
Yes, the warmth leaves from under the heart.
Only seven faces were buried in July
On an overgrown green road.
We left the city, all souls to plow,
Only the sky is filled with poison.
Well, we don't give a damn - we found our July
Yes, and August wandered somewhere nearby ...
Seven faces hung under the lilac sky
We'll dress for the worn August.
And in my palms the memory of a thousand bodies,
White grass rustles on my feet ...