Текст песни Ночные снайперы - мы боги с тобой, но только в земной пыли....

Blues Mountains
I sang in September
glowing and affectionate horn.
Instead, people in the house were the lights.
We are gods to you,
but only in the Earth dust.
But already crunched underfoot ice.
And autumn watched from afar.
We know that around a turn.
But something whispered to me:
death is near.

Somewhere
flying aircraft steel,
but there is a silhouette of the letters,
you waited
slender couplets.
Where are you?

Wool - this is not the calico,
keeping your sad freshness,
Narrowed eyes silent reproach.
Do not worry, I have this verse
not dopoyu.
But the horn, what are you doing there,
and what watching the clock?
I do not share the love of two.
I never postavlyu
you on the scales.

Somewhere...