Текст песни Разрыв-Трава - 8-е октября

Wet in the sky clouds,
Birds were spinning high
And in the cold of coastal cliffs
Resting the sea ...

The winds confused in the branches of birches,
The smoke of the campfire was alone ...
So starting this day -
Eighth October ...

Felling by a lot of fires,
Now you will not hurt
Sop
Poisoned water ...

You remember thoughts and things,
And now burned to the tla,
In the autumn air boil
Their weightless smoke ...

And low sun lighting up
Not faded yet
Landscape of October eighth,
Landscape of the eighth of October ...

Rain, fires, fear and laughter ...
October is mine at all ...
From all doors on four sides
Dense forests in the sky black gone ...

Maps of interstellar sky Rival,
(Boats-windows on the puddles beat)
To save us
(Glare days and night broke)
Dark dreams,
(This autumn dark dreams)
Sky Wings and Eye Moon ...
(Sky and Eye Wings and Eye)