Текст песни Семён Сковородин - Комета

The ceiling is the sky gray-haired hides morning dawn,
And flying comet is not visible in height.
And hurrying car tires lick highway.
People have accepted for the approaching sun light.

Flying on the planet
comet swift
In the sky, a cloudy day the deadly fire.
And in a ball of light in the Earth crashed into the comet.

Time will wash away all of the pieces freshly squeezed rain.
City again, as if a new, reborn day after day.
Soon again bustled freeway hissing tires.
Man lives in the world, if the light is on it.

But not under the light
comet swift
In the sky, a cloudy day the deadly fire.
In this routine, we are powerless under the comet.

Space sand from our hair.
In this routine, we are powerless under the comet.