Текст песни птички в глитче - 19.23

19:23, not dark yet,
last ray sprawled on the cheeks of the circle,
A cold wind blew debris on the roads of the city,
the wind rustled in a deserted field on the hill.
puddles dry, there is no snow for a long time,
describe all this dirt to me along the way, is not given.
cold rays of the ground strikes
filling the alleys and empty pit.
I tried many times to give up
the habit of denying this reality,
but I have never been able to,
it was too dangerous for me.
spring, May, 19:23 on the clock,
and I have a few more lines to read you,
bloody red glow, wolf howling
in forests, shrouded in mystery.

19:23, and thawed the ice,
of all past hovers just gray smoke,
inscriptions on the walls of the coming summer,
90 Content of the spring in the news.