Текст песни Креатиффные Транклюкаторы - Пустыня

Desert sands - without judges and law
Without morality and compassion to the time it.
Here, there is no good and no bad.
Two converging. The wind died down.

We were only two, and three revolvers,
Fifteen rounds, so the belief in the devil.
The chase, escape - more and more does not matter
And the air howled, tearing, drawl.

Who is right and wrong - no one cares,
And the wind ceases and no longer blowing.
We were only two, and soon lose anything
From the point on the map - the meeting of two destinies.

Two shots in the chest - after a click.
I anyway do not have time. Such is my fate.
Two holes in the chest and fingers sand
Scrape the last effort of hands.

And somewhere in the mountains crack gun
Echo knocks bird taking flight.
The rest was silence. Nearing night.
The wind carries away the time.