Текст песни ОдинА - За дверью

Walking along the snowdrifts
From God to the coffin,
Walking along the snowdrifts
Gorge not burn ...
Left a little,
Left a little
To doors oak
Get away ...

And behind the door soup yes porridge,
And behind the door is moonshine,
And our conscience is our
And outside the door house.

Face against wind
On white light
Face against wind
And how else to be ...
To meet dawn
With the answer
It remains only only
Door challenge ...

And behind the door soup yes porridge,
And behind the door is moonshine,
And our conscience is our
And outside the door house.