Текст песни Лихолесье - Одна тоска

Fire went out, he is having smoke in the sky,
He gets used to being himself gets used to being alone
And the doors have long been closed to the key.
He would live yes live
He would sleep and see the will,
And in the morning I got off the way,
Unable to move the field.

His soldiers confused the course,
Soldiers with birds go south,
Soldiers know what the shelter is.
And pours alcohol on the snow
For these and for those together
In the head breathing May
On the road there is a song.

Water cold on our fingers,
On our wings freezes water,
He knows, knows exactly
Where leave the year.
When the Kuroka lowered
And death spat in his forehead
Now one toast
White in the temple of snow.
Now one longing ...