Текст песни Оркестровая Яма - Дерево

Every lunar night to the dead tree flies a flock of raven,
To check how much his trunk
And how long will it stand for the road, without giving a saving shadow to anyone,
Tree.

Each lunar night closer to the morning candles are lit in empty rooms.
They will never wake up a living person
Even if he can reside to the end
Gorky wine.

Each lunar night with yellow dew on asleep herbs lies his breath of wild animals.
With the advent of the Sun crystals of transparent resin
Survised by the ringing of fake coins.
So happens every lunar night.