Текст песни Максим Крижевский - День догорал дотла

Day waning down

Day waning down and blew the fire
In short I do not know how it was until now
But rustled the reeds and gun on the wall
In the corner of the mouse was numb wind outside the window

Falcons seem yellow fog October
And no one to wait for the light
How much rain you in the face vytrepal hands on the glass
And no tears at the window

Ice clouds in the furnace burning in the eyes
So scary creaking door so do not look back
Would be bold pain then used for the cause howling
And snow creaked as salt and as well tolerated lived

How cheerlessly blinking mole wires
There where only a shadow of mystery
Where is the night of the camp drove dumb herd
Dawn over the edge
During the warm dawn over the edge

And the pillars covered with snow but did not get along brother
What was left forgotten graves of past awards
Following a shadow ran ragged tail
And the stars and clouds to the knees crawling

Scour the trail to the bottom and then
No one to wait for the light
Blinking boils wind crackled glass
And no tears at the window

Ran stubborn hour which year
As if not for us to wade halfway
Flowers bloomed for entrance yes flourished in the fog
Longing bayonet in the stomach under the head pocket

Torn hole doling out the steps in the footsteps
Melted shadow secrets
Where the degree of confidence of steppe animals
During the warm dawn over the edge

Do not call as there are all barking nightingale
Trembling mushroom honor so as not to dignify
And how not to teach will forget not wait
How rooks will fly so fly again
Door guard and nights and days
And lived wet trampled snow
Stoked rye gold stumps in snow dust
Silt large rivers