Текст песни Сте... - Руинами Рима ляжет в памяти любовь.

I open my notebook
To feather thin scrape,
Oh how nice dream
About our intimacy with you.

Plexus shower
Stronger seine.
Green eyes
Water flows.

Prospect:
There will always be expensive,
There will always be ways
From Sparta to Athens.
Forward unknown
We have to go
The pieces of the ancient ruins.

There will always be a sense of
Will refrain again.
The ruins of Rome
Lies in the memory of love.

And my nice story
Enveloped efiromgvozdichnyh oils.
I do not get tired of writing about
How beautiful you are.

But you do not eat
Me wild hunger.
I throws
And in the heat, and cold.

Prospect:

Thoughts, woodpeckers hammering whiskey
Can be heard everywhere in the sounds of anguish.
Mongrel lies under the feet of the sunset,
But do not come back a second ago ...

Prospect: