Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Груды Костей.

On the sea , and so what?
What with the fact that it is not treated within
Do not ever heal anything ,
No, do not look at me.

Rising legs on the bone pile ,
Closing his eyes with his hands,
I would like to smile, pogrom
After all, as I need it , because of the cold still moaning .

Beach was deserted ,
People disappeared , and the better it is ,
The residue from the resin in the lungs has thickened ,
And he could no longer enjoy his raucous laughter .

Clearing his throat , raised ,
He picks up again on the bone pile ,
Before his eyes swam , she sank to the bottom of the world ,
Piles of my bones , which crept black snakes .