Текст песни Сергей Калугин - Ночная гроза

Looking out the window night owl eyes ,
Stick to wet glasses pupils.
Zapletal through the light the lamps,
Long-legged spiders dancing .

Outside the window, trembling leaves
Like fingers stretching my house
In the night zateplilas murder
Red inflamed charcoal

Swept up in chains dog
In slippery throats spasm howl
Breathe ravines dusk
Primeval darkness greedy

And the failure of the stone corrals
Runaround flattened heads
Rose in sweat and groans
Then the head of the mournful dream blood

Need to get up , but I can not get up
We lived torn spiral brushes
My shoulders icy fingers
Someone put behind dark

With a crunch break my collarbone
Fingers are included in the chest and soul tearing
Equally for the victim and the murderer
Everyone - fluttering flap

I broke into pieces. I is criminal
Partner, beating until the end
Greens potions secrets that are available
Only madmen , demons and dogs

Dance leaves terrible and outrageous
The sky split full width
In the night the murder is born
Black and shiny bubble

In the red grid swollen blood vessels
It grows in the pulsations trembling
And take off the blade to unravel
Caesarean lightning knife

And a thick stream of salty blood
Knocks out windows in my face
And the killer with obscene sayings
Cuts a finger to remove the ring

Sticky spot creeps on fabric
Crooked dismissing petals
And shaking in the blink of Dying
Stynuschie flat pupils

And with spikes of broken glass in the cheekbones
Squealing as oskoplёnny horse
I slid crawl to a distant corner
Where lamps splashing fire

Lord, I am here before thee
Lord, my terrible way
Lord, I forked devilishly
If you can, Lord, forgive

I spat, scraping elbows
Servility as shameless whore
In this finger with a crack on the nail ,
What lasciviously stroking handle

I plasteel under hot skin
On chest to accept a cruel steel
I was in charge of everything , but not to worry
Prince of Darkness born Tablet

In the throes of fiery razor
I wheeze bloody head
Lord, cope prayer
Lord, incense before you,

I have not moved . Twilight decay.
I look at the bottom of salty rivers
It seems from the flame lamps
Slowly emerging people.

And come dreams and night clubs,
And the moon as a whirlpool deep
And on her forehead a flaming falls
Light cool hand ...