Текст песни Мария Бунтарская - Расстрел - Владимир Набоков

There are nights : just lie down ,
Russia will float in bed ;
and that leads me to the ravine ,
leading to a ravine killing .

Wake up in the dark , from a chair ,
where are the matches and watch ,
eyes as close barrel ,
It looks hot face.

Closing his hands chest and neck -
Now just about palnet me! -
I do not dare to take view
the circle of dim fire.

numb of consciousness
touches the clock ticking ,
safe exile
I again feel the cover.

But the heart , as if you wanted to ,
so it really was like this:
Russia , the stars , night shooting
and all the bird cherry in a ravine !