Текст песни красные.огни.крыш. - пустые улицы нашего города

Cut darkness
Mixed with the October rain wind
Will kill you there
Where have you least expected.

Clinging to pathetic scraps of calendar pages,
We burned with snow.
To the cries of migratory birds
They did not choose the south, but the north.

Only the windows will tell you how it really was.
When the stop is empty
cells divide crazy
Recognizing in despair only a curtain rod with a rope.