Текст песни Одинов - Финский нож

He flashed by crashing into the darkness,
Terrible Finnish knife.
So insanely tribe
Stitches colitis night
And the moon shines on the right,
On the left bay.
In this dispute, there is no right
Or her.
No reasons and excuses,
There are no arguments.
Only blocks of gray buildings,
Only the silhouette,
What completely escapes,
It melts in the dark.
The trail followed the crowd strays,
But alas, not the same.
Sledak read signs.
Let him run,
Bute fall into ravines
The last effort.
Well, I look quietly
Silhouettes in the track,
Sometimes I am running, but only
This silhouette
Catch-up or catches,
Do not give leave,
And my cold blood
Shkryabaet verses.