Текст песни Мастер - Кресты

Behind - the cry of an owl, children's laughter more often in winter
    And the sun vzaxleb .
    Ahead - tail rumors , ctolko will drag dirt away -
    What would a bullet in the forehead ...

    Go, The - incomprehensible force
    Came back.
    And cursed the storm , near lightning beat -
    Yes, everything is out of place .

    In the sky, crows, and pigeons in the sky -
    Hand is not diluted .
    In Russia, the whole life of breaks ,
    Broken crosses ...

    Why , for which I was born this sky
    And this land ?
    To be considered a day for a year , to believe in a bright fiction
    And to be her servant.

    In the sky, crows, and pigeons in the sky -
    Hand is not diluted .
    In Russia, the whole life of breaks ,
    broken crosses
                night storm .