Текст песни Ольга Кузнецова - Три свечи

The door to your house is boarded up
Fog on the threshold of the night
I'll raise the hot sun
To look at the dust of your roads

To make it easier to wander around Russia
Let the earth sing with a living key
You ask the headwind
Let help in trouble with a tight shoulder

Behind, no matter where I look,
Raven swirls with dead smoke
I'll ask a tired son
To forgive your return

Have a cold summer on the edge
Heart soared high in the sky
I will kill the generous god
The day we break up easy

Whose angels are they in the night
Like stars breaking from heaven
Three candles burn in a dark temple
Dull gold burns the cross on the body.

The door to your house is boarded up
Fog on the threshold of the night
I'll raise the hot sun
To look at the dust of your roads