Текст песни Мастер - Лабиринт - 04 - Кресты

Behind the hoot of an owl,
Children's laughter in the winter more often
And the sun greedily.

Ahead of the tail of rumors
So much dirt will drag,
What would a bullet in the forehead

Go, The -
Incomprehensible force
I returned.
And cursed storm
Near Lightning beat -
Yes, everything is out of place

In the sky, crows,
In the sky, pigeons -
Hand does not dissolve,
In Russia, the whole life breaks
Broken crosses ...

Why, what
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 the crows
Doves in the sky
Hand does not dissolve -
In Russia, the whole life breaks
Broken crosses ...
Night storm