Текст песни Телевизор - На Желябова 13

On Zhelyabova, 13 in the courtyard
Man dies in December,
Dying man unknown to me,
Pouring blood on the snow ...
A night at the black blood,
And people rush - they do not care,
That Zhelyabova, 13 thoroughfare
Man dies in December ...

Chorus:
What do you believe in the power of this hand?
Our veins are so gentle, so the veins are thin ...
Alien force that carries blood through the veins,
So break out - and all ...
Do you want to catch so much ...

Winter gets in the way -
And do not escape, can not do ...
And, bending over the body, the soul is crying:
"What a pity ... Goodbye ..."
On Zhelyabov 13 - silence ...
Who told you that the war was over?
This city does not sleep, he whispers to me:
"Survive the one who is stronger."

Chorus:
What do you believe in the power of this hand?
Our veins are so gentle, so the veins are thin ...
Alien force that carries blood through the veins,
So break out - and all ...
Why are we so fragile? Answer!
Each body is hidden from birth death
Each festival - a premonition of trouble ...
Why we do not like you?

And yet, and can better ...