Текст песни найтивыход - варвара

barbarian today I am crying at night
afraid that morning has come.
sick all the people that spit pain
only believe in the fate plexus.
musicians do not sing, but ladies suffered
and drank cherry smoothie.
poets Storchai all squares in St. Petersburg
I am expecting them to finally let go.

half dead arms cuts and abrasions,
seen Varvara miss my mom,
I liked the same songs
and cry in the corner at night.
At first everything bearable and even enjoyable,
but the blade deeper into the skin breaks,
Barbarian suffered and cried just
Despite his beloved home-2.

this guy so much etched in my memory,
that the thought of it - it's a usual thing,
the body of the unfortunate poor girl Barbara
She just wanted to heat.
But hand in cuts already numb
spilled blood on the jacket and thigh.
Charging the village and the player without songs,
to herself, she sang songs of B-2.

I almost did not notice how you ended up
near by at the right time.
this music again bonded us together,
forgive us all sentiments.
the pain will never understand your relatives,
except shrug their shoulders again.
home and so there is no comfort,
and in the bathroom on the floor dead.

Just remember, Barbara, you're no longer meet
lanterns and beautiful views
and even forms a place in the shade,
where you were always together.
in this room, just the smell of iron
and the corpse on the floor in tears and blood.
Just remember, Varvara moments
Our clean and bright love.