Текст песни Ольга Арефьева - Впотьмах

We drank the dark red and believe me,
We do not know what a thief, silently as a shadow
Sneaks through the heather. He died the day
Wind over the chambers of death -
We drank red dark.
    
We drank the dark red and believe me,
We do not know what a thief, grinning, talking
On our street, I stood at the gate -
Fun - on the brink of life and death,
We drank red dark.
    
We drank the dark red and believe me,
We do not know what a thief near our door -
No breath or sob or creaking bones.
Life - a ladder, stairway to death
We drank red dark.
    
We drank in the dark and did not expect, believe,
What a thief osmeleet, broke into the house,
Where we have fun between good and evil ...
And my black cloak - the Black Death -
He grabbed it, paused, sipped a glass,
And red dress with you, he ripped off
And he disappeared.
    
And our doubts vanished empty.
We stayed in the darkness Red naked.
We are poor and naked. Some. Among the darkness.
We are.